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The summer before sophomore year, I landed what I thought would be the chilliest gig ever: lifeguard at the neighborhood pool. Turned out, it was basically a social **pyramid** sch...
Maya's fingers flew across her screen at lightning speed. She was ninety-nine percent sure Tyler was ghosting her, but she needed proof. Hence: Operation Spy. "You're literally sp...
The papaya sat on the paper plate like an alien artifact. I'd never actually seen one in person, let alone been expected to eat it at Tyler Morrison's pool party. "Dude, just try ...
The humidity in Maya's room was absolute trash. Her ceiling fan spun lazily, doing nothing but pushing hot air around while she stared at her reflection. First day at Santos Tropic...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old baseball cap lower. The hat was two sizes too big, practically swallowing her forehead, but it was armor. At Sycamore High, being invisible wa...
Maya's heart did that thing where it felt like a trapped bird, which was ridiculous because she was literally just sitting in her bedroom like a total creep, spying on Tyler's Inst...
The pool lights flickered across Jake's backyard, turning the water into something that looked almost magical. Almost. If you ignored the fact that Tyler was currently dared to swa...
Maya's reflection in the pool mirror showed copper hair slicked back, waterproof mascara somehow still intact. The graduation pool party raged behind her—Spotify bass thumping agai...
Maya's iphone lay facedown on her bathroom counter, its screen glowing with the unread notification that had been haunting her all week. Dakota had posted a photo of the track team...
Maya's dad had been dropping baseball puns for three straight days. "This is your time to step up to the plate," he'd said at breakfast. "Don't strike out on this opportunity." Sh...
The pool party invitation had been sitting in Maya's inbox for three days. She'd been staring at it like it was a bomb, which honestly, for someone with her social anxiety, it basi...
Marcus wiped his palms on his jeans for the third time. Dark streaks appeared on the denim, evidence that this was actually happening. "You're not gonna ride the bull, are you?" J...