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The July heat in Altamonte Springs hit different—like the air itself was trying to fist-bump your sweat glands. I leaned against the Vitamin Shoppe counter, my polyester work shirt...
The hat sat on my dashboard like a challenge — a faded Stetson my grandpa left me, smelling of dust and stories. I never wore it. Too conspicuous. Too much. "You gonna put it on o...
The tattoo still stung, fresh ink on my shoulder blade. A tiny bear, barely the size of a quarter, inked in rebellion against my mother's strict rules. I wasn't supposed to get ink...
Maya's frat-boy baseball cap was basically her security blanket—backward, brim curved just right, hair tucked underneath like she was hiding. Which she kind of was. At Taylor's end...
Maya's vintage cowboy hat was practically her personality at this point. Two years of hiding behind its brim whenever she felt awkward—which was, like, always. But tonight, sitting...
The bathroom fluorescent lights buzzed like an overworked server as Maya stared at her reflection, phone timer ticking down the final minutes. She'd done it. Her hair - formerly a...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her curly hair frizzing despite three products. The pool party was in full swing outside, and Tyler—the guy she'd been crushin...
Maya's hands shook so bad she could barely button her costume. This was it—opening night of her freshman year play, and she was playing the tree. Not even a speaking tree. Just a b...
Maya hesitated, then sighed. "Okay, so remember how I said I was gonna ask Jay to homecoming?" "Yeah. Like, two months ago. Before you started acting like a fox—clever, mysterious...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—half curly, half straight, like it couldn't decide who it wanted to be. Which, honestly, was fitting. She stood in front of the bathroom mirr...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when SHE posted. Like, actually SHE — Elena, the sphinx of sophomore year, the gir...
The pool water shimmered like liquid diamonds, but Maya couldn't appreciate it. Not with her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. "You coming in or what?" Jake ca...