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The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as much as the sight of Jason and Chloe cannonballing into the deep end together. I clung to the pool's edge like my life depended on it, which ...
The pool party of the year. At least, that's what Maya's Instagram caption said. I stood at the edge of the concrete deck in my neon orange swimsuit, feeling like a highlighter in ...
The papaya mango smoothie was practically disintegrating in my sweat-slicked hand, condensation dripping down my wrist like I was some kind of nervous faucet. Jace's pool party rag...
Marcus's summer was supposed to be perfect. Rising sophomore, varsity baseball starter, already getting scouted. His dad had the whole season mapped out—camps, showcases, 'exposure...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, doom-scrolling through Instagram stories while sitting on the edge of the pool. Her cousin's graduation party raged around her—laughter...
My neon **orange** swim trunks were supposed to be ironic. That's what I told myself when I bought them, anyway. Now standing at the edge of Carter's pool, clutching a red Solo cup...
Maya's summer was supposed to be chill—just hanging at the community pool with her ride-or-die Kai and trying not to think about how awkward freshman year had been. But then she no...
Maya's orange sneakers squeaked against the padel court, each step feeling like a confession she wasn't ready to make. The color had screamed for attention in the store—vibrant, un...
The notification on my iphone lit up the dark bathroom: *Party at the Hollands' pool. You coming?* I stared at myself in the mirror — enough vitamin D deficiency jokes from Dr. Riv...
Maya's stomach did that thing where it felt like someone was wringing it out like a wet towel. Freshman year, and she was still invisible. "You gonna finish untangling that mess?"...
The pool party was already happening when Maya arrived, the bass from someone's Bluetooth speaker vibrating through the soles of her flip-flops. Chloe's house. Of course. Chloe, wh...
Maya clutched her **iPhone** until her knuckles turned white, thumbs hovering over the send button. The cafeteria noise swirled around her—laughter, trays clattering, the unspoken ...