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Maya's sweaty palms were practically dripping onto her iphone as she stood outside the padel court. The country club crowd was intimidating enough without the fact that she was tec...
The spinach wrap was my first mistake. Maya's pool party. The invite had been a total surprise — me, the new girl who'd moved to town two weeks ago, actually getting invited to so...
Lila's vintage dad cap — cream-colored, slightly stained, missing its adjustable strap — was her armor. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme nobo...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. The text from Brianna still glowed on her screen: "pool party @ Jake's. everyone's gonna be there. u coming?" Sh...
The snapback sat pulled low on Maya's forehead, her only shield against the fluorescent pool lights reflecting off too much bare skin. Seventeen years old and still terrified of po...
The oversized bucket hat wasn't just hiding my unwashed hair—it was basically my emotional support object. And apparently, it was about to witness my social death. "You're OP, May...
Maya's hair had never betrayed her before. But today, junior year, third period, it decided to develop a mind of its own — a cowlick that stuck straight up like a tiny rebellion ag...
The papaya-colored sunset painted the sky as I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my towel like a lifeline. I was fifteen, socially awkward, and approximately one hundred per...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, that familiar electric tension in her chest. She'd been doing it again—scrolling through Jax's stories at 11:47 PM, basically a certified digi...
Maya felt like a zombie walking into homeroom, thanks to pulling an all-nighter for AP Bio. Her brain was basically mush, but she had bigger problems than sleep deprivation. She wa...
Maya's first day at Oak Creek High started with her hair refusing to cooperate—curling in three different directions like it had its own personality crisis. Great. Nothing said "so...
The summer I turned fifteen, I learned three things: chlorine destroys hair, popularity is a myth, and I am absolutely not built for espionage. At Marshall's pool party, I sat on ...