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Leo's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim. It was the third time this week. "You nervous about the game?" Marcus asked, smack...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her padel racket. This was exactly why she hated sports—especially the ones where cute boys were watching. "Ready to get d...
The vitamin water stand at Jenna's pool party was my sanctuary. Between you and me, hiding behind the cooler of Raspberry ICE was pretty pathetic, but sometimes you gotta do what y...
Maya's dad's old trucker hat sat low on her forehead, shielding her eyes from the merciless Arizona sun. She was sixteen, supposedly too old for pool parties, yet here she was, hid...
The problem wasn't that I didn't know how to swim. The problem was that I didn't know how to swim *coolly*. My first week working at Sunset Springs Country Club, and I'd already m...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the flashing lights. Maya's end-of-summer party. The one that would define our social standing for junior year. I adjusted my swimsuit, ...
Maya's first day at FoodMart was supposed to be low-key. Just scan groceries, bag items, keep her head down. But when Tyler Evans walked in with his varsity jacket and that effortl...
Maya's parents had finally let her host the first proper pool party of sophomore year. The kind that would define her social status for months. She'd spent three days perfecting th...
The spinach stuck between my teeth felt like a glowing neon sign announcing my awkwardness to everyone at Jordan's party. I'd been hovering by the snack table for twenty minutes, t...
Lila's vintage fox jacket was practically her best friend, that rust-colored thrift store gem she'd spent half her sophomore year savings on. But now, standing in front of Eastwood...
The bell above the door chimed, and I straightened up behind the papaya pyramid. Another boring Friday afternoon at my parents' grocery store, watching the fluorescent lights buzz ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, she looked like a radioactive Cheeto. "This is fine," she whispered, staring at her reflection. "This is totally fine."...