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The chlorine smell hit me first. Then the laughter. I stood at the gate of Jessica's pool party like I'd walked into the wrong dimension, clutching my vitamin water bottle like it ...
The morning started with my iPhone buzzing at 6:47 AM—Jordan finally texted back. I'd been waiting since Friday, which basically felt like a decade in teenage time. But before I co...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, staring at the disaster that was supposed to be beach waves. Her hair had gone from "effortless cascade" to "I got electrocuted in a windstorm" i...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary. That's what everyone's Snaps claimed, anyway. Maya pulled her dad's old snapback **hat** down over her curls — her arm...
Maya shoved another forkful of cold spinach into her mouth, fighting the urge to gag. Three weeks of morning swim practice, and Coach Thompson's whole "leafy greens build endurance...
Maya's thumb hovered over the send button, her **iPhone** screen glowing in the dark of her room. The message to Leo—her crush since seventh grade—sat typed out: *"Hey, are you goi...
Maya pulled her bucket hat down lower, practically hiding behind its brim. First day at Westwood High, and she already felt like a total fraud. Everyone here seemed to have their w...
Maya hated the way spinach got stuck in her braces. It was like the universe was conspiring to make everything about her life — including her smile — as awkward as humanly possible...
Maya's palms were always sweating. Literally. Which was kind of ironic, considering the whole palm-reading thing. Every Friday during lunch, she'd sneak behind the gym with her ta...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The water shimmered blue-green below, but she couldn't make herself jump in. Not when everyone was w...
The baseball cap swallowed my hair like a hungry beast. Perfect. Exactly the vibe I needed when Jayden-from-English-class texted that he was coming to this game. "You good, Mar?" ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. Three months of vitamins for his skin, two hours of hair gel, and what felt like a lifetime of avoiding s...