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Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, chlorine stinging his nose, watching the social pyramid float before him in the water. At the top: Jessica and her squad, forming a ...
Maya's palms were literally dripping as she stood outside the chain-link fence. Why had she agreed to come to Tyler's pool party again? Oh right, because Jen had been all "you HAVE...
The party was already mid-level awkward when Mia's grandma's cat, Barnaby, decided to stage a dramatic escape from the laundry room. I'm talking full-blown prison break energy. The...
Maya stared at her reflection, the bathroom mirror mocking her. The box dye promised "caramel waves" but delivered what looked like dried straw. Her usually lush curls—her one vani...
The neon orange padel ball whizzed past my ear, missing my racket by approximately three miles. "You good, bro?" Marcus asked, barely suppressing a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good,"...
Maya smoothed her bikini top for the third time, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Jake was within fifty feet. The Taylor backyard was packed—everyone who w...
Maya's summer had been shaping up to be a total flop until her grandma dropped the papaya bomb. "It's good for your digestion," she'd insisted, shoving the exotic fruit into Maya's...
Maya's palms were sweating straight through her pockets. The hat she'd spent forty minutes perfecting—a vintage trucker cap with an embroidered fox on the front—felt suddenly ridic...
The **pool** at Jayden's house shimmered like a turquoise promise, but honestly? I was dreading this party. Freshman year had barely ended, and somehow I'd been invited to THE summ...
The goldfish - nameless, orange, and perpetually suspicious - stared at me through the glass. I stared back. "You gonna eat that spinach, or just inspect it?" My mom leaned agains...
Marcus's hair had been a disaster since seventh grade. That unfortunate day when his mom convinced him that the bargain salon at the mall could handle his thick curls. He'd walked ...
The community pool job was supposed to be easy—just sit in the chair, blow the whistle when kids got too wild, and try not to melt in the summer heat. But there was nothing easy ab...