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Maya's vintage **hat**—a thrifted beret she'd spent three weeks customizing—was practically her identity. It said 'I'm artsy, I'm mysterious, I'm not like everyone else.' Which was...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. I gripped the red solo cup tighter and tried to look casual, which definitely meant I looked like I was holding onto something for ...
Maya's summer gig at the country club was supposed to be easy money—serving drinks to rich kids who didn't know her name. But everything changed when Chase, the resident king of th...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I wouldn't surface. Not yet. I was playing a dangerous game, pretending to be just another floatie in Maya's backyard pool, when really I was spying...
Maya pressed her back against the bedroom door, heart hammering like she'd just finished a mile in gym class. Outside, bass thumped through Jordan's house like a second pulse. Her ...
Maya adjusted the neon orange beanie her grandma had knitted, pulling it low over her forehead. It wasn't exactly Coachella chic, but it covered the terrible haircut she'd given he...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her borrowed racquet feeling weirdly foreign in her hands like she was holding someone else's entire personality. The summer heat pressed...
Maya's shift at Juice Wave was supposed to be chill — just blend, serve, repeat. But when Jason walked in, her palms went full waterfall. The cutest guy in sophomore year, standing...
I pull on the bear mascot head for the third time this week, the synthetic fur smelling like middle school PE class and regret. Being a freshman means you're basically currency for...
Leo's legs burned. He'd been **running** the same trail behind the high school every morning since summer began, training for cross-country tryouts in September. It was brutal. His...
Jordan adjusted his baseball cap for the fifteenth time, trying to look casual. This was his first high school party, and his social anxiety was working overtime. The living room w...
My hair was supposed to be this perfectly messy bun, but instead it looked like a chlorine-damaged bird's nest. Another swim meet, another reminder that I'm basically a zombie at t...