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Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Which would've been ironic, considering she was currently sitting in Skylar's basement listening to ...
My palms were sweating, which was exactly the opposite of what you want when you're about to casually lean against a pool fence like you do this every day. "You good?" Marcus ask...
Mateo transferred to Oak Creek Academy three weeks into sophomore year, which everyone knew was social suicide. His older brother had been the baseball star, captain of the team, b...
My palms were sweating like crazy. Not just a little damp—full-on slippery, grip-losing moisture. Of course this would happen the night Maya decides to drag me to Parker's party, w...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into Skylar's pool party. June humidity in Florida does something to you—drains your soul before noon. My cousin Kai texted me three times: *don't ...
I felt like a zombie at Maya's party, shuffling along the pool deck in my oversized t-shirt, counting down the minutes until I could bail. Someone blasted that remix that's been st...
The pool lights flickered as I perched on the edge, toes skimming the water. It was 2 AM, and I should've been sleeping, but insomnia had other plans. Meanwhile, the neighborhood c...
Maya's been crushing on Kai since September, which is basically forever in high school time. He's the kind of cute that makes your brain do that weird glitchy thing where you forge...
The summer before ninth grade, I was five-foot-nothing with the coordination of a newborn giraffe. My older brother, endless font of wisdom that he was, suggested I start taking hi...
I've been running from my authentic self since seventh grade, and honestly? My cardio's never been better. "Maya, you coming to Chloe's?" Sarah asked, not looking up from her phon...
Maya's hair wouldn't cooperate. Again. She stood in front of her mirror, chunky highlights frizzing out like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Third day of freshman y...
Marcus's palms were sweating so much that the baseball bat felt like it might slip right through his fingers. Behind him, the varsity coach was taking notes on a clipboard, and Mar...