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My hair was doing that thing again—that frizzy halo situation that happens when chlorine meets humidity meets bad decisions. I stood at the edge of the Carter's pool, clutching a r...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at Leo from across the backyard. Leo, whose hair somehow looked ...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be chill, but my anxiety was doing laps inside my chest. I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh grade, and tonight felt like the mo...
Jamie's fingers trembled as she stared at the slice of papaya on Noah's kitchen counter. The fruit sat there like an alien artifact—orange-flecked, weirdly slimy, completely foreig...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary. Maya's older brother was hosting, which meant zero parental supervision and plenty of opportunities to impress everyone. The only probl...
Maya stared at her reflection, the neon orange beanie screaming like a neon sign against her mouse-brown hair. This was it. This was the day she'd finally stop being Invisible Girl...
The orange swim cap felt like a target on my head. First day at Jefferson High, already standing out like a traffic cone in a sea of navy blue and black. "Yo, Orange Crush!" Marcu...
The nickname stuck after I fell asleep at Maya's birthday party and my friends drew whiskers on my face with permanent marker. Bear. Like I was some hibernating creature who couldn...
Maya's vintage dad hat wasn't just hiding her third-day hair—it was basically a security blanket against the terrifying reality of freshman year at Oak Ridge Academy. When Chloe, t...
The summer air smelled like coconut sunscreen and desperation. I stood at the padel court holding a borrowed racquet, feeling like a fraud while everyone else moved with natural co...
Maya's mom had pressed the neon orange **vitamin** gummy into her palm before she left, like it was some kind of protection charm against whatever happened at Jordan's pool party. ...
I felt like a literal zombie. Three days of cross-country practice will do that to you—especially when you're the slowest runner on the team and everyone knows it. "You good, Maya...