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Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in her pocket, but she ignored it. Coach Reyes was already eyeing her from across the padel court, and the last thing she needed was another...
Maya wasn't supposed to be at Jax's party. She definitely wasn't supposed to be standing at the edge of his pool, clutching a solo cup like it was a lifeline, while the varsity squ...
The pool at the Henderson Community Center had seen better days. The paint was peeling in long strips like sunburned skin, and the water always smelled faintly of chlorine and teen...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The July heat was relentless, but her hair situation was worse. She'd spent two hours flat-ironing he...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her ripped black jeans for the third time, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. The orange hair dye she'd applied last n...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her ridiculous oversized sun hat like a shield. The orange one-piece she'd bought on impulse felt way too bright, way too visible, esp...
Marcus's hands shook as he palmed the bottle of neon-orange vitamin D pills. His dad swore they were "game-changers" for focus, but Marcus mostly felt like a fraud swallowing them ...
My palms were sweating—like, actual dripping—before I even walked through the door. Jordan's text had said 'Egyptian-themed,' but I wasn't prepared for this. The whole house was tr...
The cable-knit sweater was my armor against the world. Thick, oversized, and absolutely wrong for July in California, but I wore it anyway. Something about drowning in soft layers ...
Maya adjusted her hoodie, pulling it tighter around herself as she navigated the crowded hallway of Northwood High. The smell of Axe body spray and floor wax filled the air, that u...
The midnight pool party was supposed to be legendary. Maya's older brother said the seniors went all out—actual fireworks, a DJ, and zero adult supervision. But when me and Chloe s...
Maya stabbed at the soggy **spinach** on her tray, her appetite officially dead. The cafeteria at Northwood High operated on a strict **pyramid** system: varsity athletes at the po...