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The invitation sat on my desk like a challenge. Kai's pool party. The Kai. The one whose smile could dismantle my entire nervous system in three seconds flat. I spent two hours tr...
Maya's hands shook as she gripped the box dye— Vibrant Orange Sunset. The kind of orange that screams I'm different now, whether anyone likes it or not. Her mom would freak. Her fr...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be legendary, but I was currently dying inside. Literally. Metaphorically. Whatever. The varsity baseball team was already there,...
The orange Solo cup felt slippery in my sweating palm. Inside: enough fruit punch to drown my nerves. Or at least, that was the plan. The party was full of juniors and seniors, and...
The water stared back at me—well, technically it was the gross pool water at the Hartman's end-of-summer blowout, but it felt like the universe was watching. I was fourteen and con...
The pool water shimmered like liquid sapphire, but Maya stood at the edge wearing her usual oversized t-shirt. Senior year. Pool parties. The universal language of I'm not confiden...
The pool party was already in full swing when I arrived, fashionably late as usual. My palms were sweating, and I immediately shoved my hands into my shorts pockets because nervous...
Maya's new hair was supposed to be her glow-up moment. Sun-kissed caramel highlights, beach waves, the kind of effortless magic that makes people double-tap your Instagram posts. I...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tugging at the frizzy halo that had erupted around her head. The straightener had died mid-section, leaving her with half-sleek, half-chaotic...
The invitation sat on my desk like a dare. Jessica's pool party. The social event of the summer before freshman year. Everyone who was anyone would be there, including Tyler, whose...
Marco's phone buzzed against the locker bench—his third notification in thirty seconds. Typical. The group chat was already blowing up about who was bringing what to Jake's pool pa...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect those effortless waves that every girl at Jefferson High seemed to wake up with natu...