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Jordan's baseball cap sat pulled low over his eyes, a desperate attempt to disappear into the folding chair. The Taylor family's annual end-of-summer pool party raged around him—sp...
Maya's been running—literally and figuratively—all semester. Track practice ends at four, but she keeps running until the streetlights flicker on, earbuds blasting a playlist that'...
The temperature hit ninety-eight degrees when Maya's phone buzzed. *Pool party @ Jake's. 2pm. Everyone's going.* Maya stared at her reflection. Her swimsuit was from last season, ...
The sun beat down on the back of my neck as I stood by Maya's inground pool, clutching my **vitamin** water like a lifeline. I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh period English,...
Jordan's orange lifeguard shirt felt like a beacon of social suicide. Their first real party—the one everyone from freshman year would be at—and they were stuck working the snack s...
The whistle around my neck felt like a noose. "Keep your eyes on the pool, Maya," my manager had said during training. "You're basically a spy. Watch everything." I scanned the wa...
Maya's summer job at The Vitamin Shack was supposed to be easy money. Instead, she stood in the back room, staring at her boss Gary's latest genius idea: a pyramid of vitamin D3 ca...
Maya's phone buzzed in her sweaty palm, third time in five minutes. *Group chat is blowing up*. "You coming or what?" Jax's message read, followed by three typing bubbles that nev...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be chill. Just like, a casual hang before sophomore year started. But my dumb ass decided it would be the perfect time to finally ta...
Maya's first week at Westbridge Sports Club felt like walking into a reality show where everyone else had the script. The girls hung in clusters by the juice bar, their matching Lu...
The golden **goldfish** stared at me through the glass, its mouth opening and closing like it was trying to tell me something important. Probably that I was about to humiliate myse...
I spent my entire freshman year being a spy. Not the cool kind with gadgets and fake passports, but the invisible kind—the girl who watched from the edges, cataloging social hierar...