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Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts—something she'd been doing all morning—but it didn't help. The guy at the carnival palm-reading booth, who loo...
Maya's new bathing suit was supposed to be her armor. Instead it felt like a target. She stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline, while everyone else spl...
Maya smoothed her hands down her bikini for the fiftieth time, wishing she'd popped that extra vitamin D supplement her mom kept pushing. Instead of glowing summer skin, she looked...
Maya's summer was officially cooked before it even started. "Drink up, sweetie!" her mom chirped, sliding a glass of sludge across the kitchen counter. It was the color of pond wa...
The cafeteria at Westwood High operated like a pyramid scheme, and everyone knew their place whether they admitted it or not. At the apex sat the varsity jacket crew—the ones whose...
Jordan's hat sat three sizes too big, a desperate attempt to hide the forehead that had betrayed him with fresh acne right before freshman year. The country club parking lot was al...
The pool party was already lit when I showed up, but I almost bailed at the gate. My cousin's golden retriever, Buster, had somehow escaped the backyard and was doinglaps around th...
Maya's first day at Northwood High could've gone better. Actually, scratch that—it could barely have gone worse. Problem one: the hair. She'd spent forty-five minutes straightenin...
Let me back up. My summer wasn't supposed to involve espionage, questionable fruit choices, or nearly getting banned from the country club. But here we are. It started at **padel*...
The stadium lights hummed above us as Marcus and I sat in the bleachers, mitts resting on our laps like we were still the kids who'd spent every summer practicing fly balls in his ...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iphone screen, double-tapping candid photos from Sarah's pool party. The one she wasn't invited to. Again. "Maya! Your brother's up!" her dad yelled ...
The pool at Maya's house shimmered like liquid sapphire, but I stood frozen at the edge, clutching my dad's old baseball **hat** like a lifeline. Everyone else was already splashin...