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The pool party at Jessica's house was exactly the kind of social disaster Maya had been rehearsing in her head all week. She'd spent forty minutes perfecting her eyeliner and anoth...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she might actually slip right out of Kai's basement. The first real party of sophomore year, and she'd spent forty-five minutes hiding behind a p...
I stood at the edge of Maya's pool like it was a portal to another dimension—one I definitely wasn't ready for. Everyone else was already swimming, splashing, being confident and n...
Maya pressed her back against the bathroom stall, heart racing like she'd been sprinting instead of just existing near him again. Jordan. The boy who'd somehow become a sphinx-like...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's oversized fedora down lower, praying it would somehow make her invisible. The hat smelled like old cologne and desperation, exactly like how she f...
My palms were sweating so much they practically slipped off the steering wheel of my golf cart. Another Thursday night, another shift as Reggie the River Raider – our campground's ...
I was halfway through my third lap when I saw him—that weird sphinx cat who lived by Miller's Pond. Hairless, wrinkled, sitting like an ancient Egyptian statue on the park bench li...
I'd been operating on full zombie mode for three weeks straight. Finals season will do that to you — survive on caffeine and three hours of sleep, stumble through school like the w...
The goldfish floated sideways in its bowl on Maya's dresser, looking as dead as her social life. Carl (she'd won him at the homecoming carnival sophomore year) had survived three b...
Maya stared at the invitation on her phone, her thumb hovering over the 'RSVP' button. Tyler's pool party. The social event of the season, hosted by the guy whose Instagram had mor...
I'd been a zombie for three days straight, thanks to finals week and my brilliant decision to binge-watch Until Dawn until 3 AM every night. My eyes burned like I'd rubbed them wit...
Maya adjusted her strap for the third time as she stood outside the country club gates. The invitation in her pocket felt heavier than it should for something printed on gold-foile...