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I walked into Maya's house party feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep + calculus test + social anxiety = the walking dead, literally. The bass thumped through my chest...
My bedroom was practically vibrating, and not in the fun way. Max, my sixty-pound golden retriever mix, had squeezed himself into the corner of my closet like he was trying to beco...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my big comeback. After the incident last semester — the one nobody talked about but everyone remembered — I'd been basically invi...
The swim pyramid loomed ahead of me — Coach Maria's infamous torture chart where freshmen started at the bottom and varsity sharks ruled the top. I'd been stuck in the middle for m...
The **lightning** flashed across the sky as I stood by the **pool**, clutching my vitamin D supplement bottle like it was some kind of shield. Mom had made me promise to take it ev...
The invitation had been sitting on my nightstand for three days. Katie's end-of-summer pool party. The literal social event of the season, and I'd been staring at it like it was a ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, palms sweating like she'd just run a marathon. Tonight was Tyler's party—the party of the semester, basically. The one everyon...
The orange sunset painted the sky like bruised fruit as I sat by the pool, knees pulled to my chest. Summer before sophomore year and everything felt different, even though nothing...
The party at Jenna's house was supposed to be lowkey, but by the time I rolled up, cars lined both sides of the street. Typical Jenna—she'd hype it as a "chill gathering" then invi...
Maya scrolled through her iPhone, thumb moving like a zombie on autopilot. Everyone else's life looked so perfect — filtered and curated and glowing. Meanwhile, she was hiding in t...
The orange paddle ball smacked against the wire fence — that satisfying *thwack* that meant you'd actually hit it right. Maya wiped sweat from her forehead, her braces catching the...
Maya's fingers hovered over the send button, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Lucas's name popped up on her phone. The pool deck baked in July heat, water ...