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The heat hit me like a physical thing the moment I stepped onto the padel court. Texas in July wasn't messing around. "You ready to get destroyed, Torres?" Maya called from the ot...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, she'd gotten clown orange. "It's... bold," her best friend Priya said, wincing. "Bold" was code for "you look like a t...
The fluorescent gym lights buzzed like an angry hornet's nest. Battle of the Classes trivia night. I stood behind the podium, my palms sweating through my jeans. Emma was three row...
Marcus's grandmother had bought him the sweatshirt from a bargain bin because "orange is your color, mijo." Now he was stuck wearing a safety cone to the first day of freshman year...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection. The hair dye box had promised "electric blue," but what stared back looked more like a smurf who'd been throu...
Marcus stood in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, staring at his reflection. The fluorescent orange polo shirt practically glowed. TROPIC SMOOTHIES was embroidered ac...
Maya's vintage orange trucker hat was supposed to be her armor. Freshman year at Northwood High, and she'd already calculated exactly thirty-seven ways to be invisible. The hat—whi...
My summer job guarding the community pool was supposed to be chill, but mostly it was just watching kids cannonball while I mentally calculated if my daily vitamin D intake from th...
Maya's palms were sweating so much her iPhone nearly slipped from her grip. This was it—the moment she'd been obsessing over for three days. Jordan, the cute sophomore with the cur...
Maya's palms were sweating — gross, actual dripping sweat — as she stood at the edge of Chloe's infinity pool. The popular crowd floated like Egyptian queens on giant inflatable fl...
Maya froze. Literally froze. She was mid-laugh at something Tyrell said when she caught her reflection in the cafeteria window — a giant, ugly chunk of **spinach** wedged between h...
I was already ten minutes late to first period when I saw him watching me. Again. Okay, maybe "watching" is dramatic. But Leo Matthews had definitely looked at me three times in ...