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Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the concrete, while everyone else splashed like they'd been born in chlorine. His heart hammered against his ribs like a t...
The first time I saw him, I was ducking behind the vending machine like a total loser, which honestly set the tone for my entire freshman year. I'd been "spying" on Kai for two we...
Jordan's hair was doing that thing again — that frizzy halo effect that happened every time the humidity climbed above sixty percent. She tugged at her ponytail, checking her refle...
Maya's purple hair was supposed to be her rebellion, her statement. Instead, the dye job had turned into a patchy disaster somewhere between grape and mud, and now she had three ho...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare: Jessica's pool party. Saturday. 3 PM. Everyone going. I hadn't been to a pool party since seventh grade, before the growth spurt...
I stared at my sweaty palms, practically hyperventilating behind the philosophy section. "You good, bro?" Marcus whispered beside me, already knowing the answer. The pool party wa...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, heart doing jumping jacks in her chest. The annual Canyon Hills High swim tryouts. Everyone who was anyone had been preparing since last summer....
The water in the Kennedy's backyard pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, but Maya stood at the edge in her oversized t-shirt, heart hammering against her ribs. Everyone else was al...
Marcus pulled the brim of his hat lower, wishing he could disappear into it. First day at Vista Ridge High, and he'd already managed to sign up for the wrong club. Padel. What even...
My palms were sweating, which was honestly embarrassing considering I was literally standing next to a swimming pool. Like, my hands could've contributed to the water levels at thi...
Maya's been crushing on Kai since seventh period chemistry, when he helped her clean up a broken beaker without making her feel like a total disaster. Tonight's Samirah's pool part...
The dining hall at Camp Wakonda smelled like boiled **spinach** and despair. Great. Just what Leo needed on day three of being the new kid. "You gonna eat that?" Marcus asked, poi...