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Marcus stood on the diving board, toes curled over the edge, heart hammering against his ribs like a baseball catcher's mitt. Below him, the pool water shimmered with that peculiar...
Maya's orange swimsuit felt way too bright. Like, actual traffic-cone orange. Her mom had picked it out, saying it'd 'pop' against her skin, but now, standing at the edge of the po...
Maya's goldfish died three days before finals week, and honestly? She was kind of jealous. Norman had spent five years doing laps in a ten-gallon tank, eating flakes, and existing ...
I felt like a total **zombie**—three hours of sleep, finals week brain fog, and here I was at Jessica's legendary pool party. My snapback **hat** was pulled low, hiding the disaste...
The vitamin aisle at PetWorld was where I'd officially lost my dignity. I was holding a bottle of "Canine Hip & Joint Glory" trying to look like I knew what I was doing when Emma w...
Maya's heartbeat did that weird flutter thing whenever Jake walked into homeroom. Today he was wearing that faded black hoodie with the fraying cuff—the one she'd mentally cataloge...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time in two minutes, staring across the cafeteria at Tyler — track star, total fox, and completely obli...
Maya hated homecoming week with the kind of passion usually reserved for pop quizzes and monday mornings. But here she was, running toward the gym, heart pounding, because she'd so...
Kenzie stared at the orange envelope clutched in her hand, practically vibrating with anxiety. The return address said nothing but the initials B.N., and everyone knew who that was...
By July, I'd basically become a zombie. Summer school finals will do that to you—three weeks of sleeping three hours a night, existing on energy drinks and desperation, until you'r...
The **water** in the community pool shimmered like liquid glass, reflecting the California sunset that painted everything in hues of mango and apricot. Maya stood at the edge, clut...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her heart racing faster than if she'd been running a marathon without training. The graduation pool party. The ultimate social minefield of soph...