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The pool party was everything Maya hated about sophomore year. Chlorine smell mixing with too-strong perfume, people she barely knew laughing too loud, and her iPhone clutched in h...
The pool deck shimmered with heat waves and the collective insecurity of fifty freshmen trying way too hard. I leaned against the concession stand, nursing a lukewarm soda, watchin...
The neon-orange hoodie was basically a social crime. Mom meant well—"it'll help people spot you in crowds!"—but at Jefferson High, being spotted was exactly what I didn't want. I'd...
I felt like a total zombie, dead on my feet after finals week from hell. Jenna's pool party was supposed to be the kickoff to summer, but honestly? I was already drowning. I sat on...
The text came at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday: 'we need to talk.' I stared at my ceiling, stomach doing that awful flip-flop thing. That phrase never meant anything good. Maya, my best ...
The chlorine stung Maya's eyes as she surfaced from the **water**, gasping. Swim practice. Again. Her lungs burned, but not as much as her cheeks whenever she caught him watching. ...
I'd been walking through freshman year like a **zombie** for months, scrolling past everyone else's highlight reels while my own life felt like a blooper reel. My brain was fried f...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, chlorine stinging his nose, his iPhone clutched in a death grip like it might somehow save him from social annihilation. The text fr...
The whistle around my neck felt heavier than it should. Maybe because I'd spent the entire summer pretending I knew what I was doing. Maybe because every time Marcus Richardson cli...
My palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as I stood frozen in front of Tyler at Liz's party. Some sophomore had spilled blue punch on my new white sneakers twenty minutes...
The carnival goldfish—that's what started it. Leo won it for me at the county fair last summer, back when we were just friends tossing baseballs at milk bottles. Now the fish, whic...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her lucky fox hoodie—the orange one with the ears that Jada said made her look like a "walking Tumblr post." But Maya love...