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Maya's hair had betrayed her. That was the only explanation for the disastrous fringe situation happening on her forehead. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron this mo...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, she emerged from the bathroom looking like a traffic cone. A literal, radioactive traffic cone. "Nope. No way." She sta...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching the plastic bag like it contained her dignity. Inside, a single orange goldfish swam in bored c...
I died inside the moment I put on the hat. "It's for the aesthetic," Kylie had said when she hired me for the ice cream cart job. But this wasn't an aesthetic. This was a khaki sa...
The bonfire crackled, sending sparks spiraling toward the stars. Maya sat cross-legged in the sand, clutching her iphone like it was a lifeline. Still no text from him. Three hours...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her ripped jeans, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror one more time. The party was already loud beyond the door—bass...
Maya's hair had always been the subject of unwelcome commentary. Red hair, orange hair, carrot top — she'd heard it all since kindergarten. By freshman year, she'd mastered the art...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The Hernandez's annual summer bash. Everyone who was anyone would be here—Jake from varsity, Sophia with ...
Dempsey's Pool Hall smelled like old smoke and chlorine, the weird combo only happening because the indoor swimming center shared a wall. Maya leaned over the felt table, silver bu...
Maya stood at the edge of the concrete deck, toes curling against the rough surface. The pool glittered below like something from a Instagram post she'd double-tapped but never act...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Jake was blowing up her DMs again. "u coming 2 the game?? 🙄" She stared at the screen. The varsity baseball game. Senior ...
The padel court baked in the afternoon heat, the kind that makes your shoes squeak and your grip slick with sweat. Maya adjusted her ponytail for the third time, hyper-aware that J...