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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like it was her only lifeline. Which, honestly, it kinda was. The sophomore pool party. The thing everyone had been talking...
The pool party was already living rent free in Maya's head before she even got there. Jess's texts had been main character energy all week: "POOL PARTY OF THE CENTURY," "DONT BE LA...
Jordan's palms were sweating. Again. "Dude, you good?" Marcus asked, slugging him in the shoulder. Marcus always called everyone dude, even Ms. Henderson, which had gotten him det...
Maya pulled her black bucket hat lower, checking her reflection in the pool house window. First party of sophomore year, and she was already regretting everything. The hat was her ...
Maya felt like a total spy at the Westwood High pool party, lurking by the snack table in her oversized t-shirt, watching everyone else live their best lives. The social pyramid wa...
The pool water shimmered like liquid confetti, distorting the legs of half the sophomore class into weird, wavy noodles. I sat on the edge, shorts soaking, clutching my red Solo cu...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and desperation. I clutched my towel like a lifeline, which was ironic considering I was about to attempt actual swimming without one. The dive ...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, third lap around the track, lungs screaming in rhythm with her sneakers slapping the rubber. Coach Miller's voice echoed somewhere behind he...
Jordan's stomach did that uncomfortable flip-flop thing that happened whenever Maya posted an Instagram story. The pool party. Tonight. The social equivalent of walking into school...
The basement party smelled like cheap body spray and desperation. I leaned against the wall, nursing a lukewarm soda, watching everyone pretend to be someone they weren't. Jake had...
My goldfish, Neptune, had seen me through more breakdowns than my therapist. We'd been through it all: the braces, the bad haircut, the time I accidentally liked my crush's Instagr...
The orange terrycloth hoodie smelled like Jayden — coconut shampoo and that expensive cologne he wore — which was exactly why Maya stole it from his backyard last week. Now it was ...