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The Friday pool party at Tyler's house was already mid-level chaotic when Maya arrived. Her stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing it always did around Tyler—the cute, popular T...
Maya pulled the beanie down to her eyebrows, trying to disappear. It was her uncle's vintage running hat—grossly oversized, weirdly textured, and perfect for hiding behind. The hou...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my phone. Summer in Miami means everything's sticky, but this was different—this was pure, unadulterated social anxiety. "You goo...
The vitamin C tablets sat on my nightstand like a passive-aggressive challenge from my mom. 'For your immune system, Leo,' she'd said, but we both knew it was code for 'please don'...
The bathroom line at Jessica's party stretched down the hallway, but honestly? I was just hiding. My hair — usually controlled by three different styling products and prayer — was ...
The neighborhood pool was basically social headquarters for incoming freshmen. If you weren't there, you didn't exist. That's why I was currently hyperventilating behind a lounge c...
Marcus adjusted his dad's old baseball hat, the brim curved just like he'd seen on TikTok, trying to look like he belonged at the high school tryouts. The air smelled like cut gras...
My iphone buzzed against my nightstand at 2 AM, the screen lighting up with Chloe's text: "we need 2 talk. important." Chloe Matthews. The girl whose Instagram stories got 500 vie...
The pool deck at the Oakwood Community Center had seen better days. Its once-vibrant **orange** lounge chairs were now sun-bleached to the color of apricot yogurt, and Marcus stood...
My hair looked like a golden retriever had exploded on my head. No, scratch that—a golden retriever that had just struck out in the ninth inning of the World Series. Three days int...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in what used to be cute bangs. Now they were hacked-off tufts, courtesy of a panic-induced YouTube tutorial at 2 AM. Her hair looked ...
Maya's phone buzzed during third period. Another text from Jordan: 'Pool party tonight. Be there or be square.' As if. The social hierarchy at Westwood High operated like a pyrami...