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The air conditioning at Tutti Frutti was barely holding on, much like my dignity. I wiped my sweaty palms on my apron for the third time, staring at the papaya that had somehow exp...
Maya stared at the bleachers, calculating her exact position in Jefferson High's social pyramid. Bottom quadrant, somewhere between the AV club kids and the people who ate lunch in...
The carnival goldfish — which I'd dramatically named Neptune — lasted exactly three days in the bowl on my nightstand before the inevitable flush. My mom said I had 'zero pet respo...
Maya's palm was sweating. Literally dripping. She wiped it on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at Jake—the human equivalent of a golden retriever across the pool party....
The pool smelled like chlorine and panic. Same as yesterday. Maya stood at the edge, toes curling against the slippery tiles. Behind her, Chloe's voice cut through the humid air. ...
Maya's hands shook as she unscrewed the bright orange **vitamin** D bottle—her mom's latest solution for her "terminal awkwardness." The kitchen clock blared 7:03 AM. First day of ...
Maya stood at the edge of the diving board, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. Below, the pool's surface rippled with that weird, almost magical quality that **water** gets r...
The spinach incident started everything. I was at Tyler's pool party—the social event of the summer basically—floating on an inflatable pizza slice when Jordan pointed at my mouth...
Maya stared at her reflection in the school bathroom mirror. The neon fox hat perched on her head felt like a beacon for every judgmental glance in the hallway. Spirit Week. Becaus...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to come to this party. Her second mistake was eating that papaya. The party was at Tyler's house—Tyler, the varsity baseball captain who'd smiled...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her phone case as she stared at the invitation. Pool party at Skylar's. The same Skylar who'd ghosted her two weeks ago ...
The orange padel ball sailed over the net, landing with a satisfying thud right in the corner. Game point. "You've been practicing," Leo said, wiping sweat from his forehead. His ...