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The backyard was basically a scene straight out of a coming-of-age movie — string lights, too much hype music, and everyone from junior year crammed around the **pool** like their ...
Six AM practice. That's when you officially turn into a zombie, according to Maya, who was currently floating on her back like a dead fish in the lane next to mine. "I'm literally...
I was already regretting everything before I even got to the pool party. Mom had insisted I wear this bright orange swim trunks situation that she swore was "totally in this summer...
The first time I tried papaya was at Chad Morrison's house, where the air smelled like chlorine and privilege. Chad's dad had just installed a padel court in the backyard, complete...
Maya's cheeks burned hotter than the July sun beating down on the community pool. Why had she agreed to come to Jessica's party again? Oh right — because Tyler was going to be ther...
Junior year hit Maya like a freight train made of AP classes and college brochures. Everyone said it was the make-or-break year, the one where you figured out who you actually were...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was geometry homework she'd forgotten to study. At the top sat the varsity cheerleaders, sparkling like they'd been dipped in ...
Marcus pulled his **baseball** cap lower, brim casting a shadow over his face like a personal eclipse. Three weeks at Northwood High and he was still the new kid—the ghost who floa...
Maya slumped against her locker, feeling like a total zombie after three hours of AP Bio cramming. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a sickly glow that ...
Maya's been crushing on Leo since September, but his friend group exists on a completely different social stratum. They're the kids who play padel at the exclusive club on weekends...
Maya pulled her bucket hat lower, practically disappearing into its shadow. This was stupid. Why had she agreed to come to Tyler's pool party when she could've been doomscrolling i...
Maya adjusted her fitted baseball cap, pulling the brim low. This was it — the perfect vantage point. From the bleachers behind home plate, she could record everything for her "dig...