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Maya stood at the edge of the municipal pool, toes curling against the concrete. The mid-July heat wave had everyone desperate for anything that wasn't melting in their own bedroom...
The pool lights flickered blue against the concrete, turning Maya's backyard into something between a dream and a nightmare. I stood there in my one-piece, feeling exactly like tha...
Maya slumped against the scratchy wall of the gym, watching the lunchroom's social pyramid rise in three distinct tiers. At the apex sat the varsity jacket crew, laughing with that...
Maya's fingers shook as she swiped through her Instagram feed for the thousandth time, the smooth glass of her iPhone reflecting the panic in her eyes. Alex—Alex with the perfect s...
Maya's cousin called her Fox — always had, since they were little. She said Maya had this way of slipping into rooms unnoticed, all sleek movements and watchful eyes. Tonight, thou...
Maya's stomach did nervous backflips as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like a lifeline. This was it—Jason's legendary end-of-summer blowout, and she was...
Maya's summer had been one long awkward pause until her cousin dragged her to that house party. "You need a glow-up, Maya. Literally," Dina had said, applying highlighter that mad...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her iphone like a lifeline, thumbing through notifications she'd already checked twelve times. The sophomore kickoff party raged around...
The invitation said 'pool party,' which should've been chill, but my stomach was doing full-on gymnastics. Sophomore year and I still hadn't cracked the social code at Northwood Hi...
Leo had been mentally prepping for Maya's pool party for exactly three weeks. Seven days of practicing his serve on the padel court, fourteen days of doing ab crunches, and twenty-...
Maya's life was officially over. Complete dumpster fire. Dead as a disco. The problem started when Bryce—the human equivalent of a golden retriever who didn't know his own strengt...
Maya's dad was obsessed with his vintage **hat** collection—fedoras, flat caps, one ridiculous top hat he swore was "an investment." Tonight, she'd grabbed his lucky baseball cap, ...