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I spent forty-five minutes styling my hair before slipping on the vintage fedora I'd thrifted for twelve dollars. It was supposed to be my armor for Madison's end-of-summer blowout...
Maya's neon yellow tank top was basically a shout at the preppy silence of the Windsor Hills Country Club. Her mom had finally scored a membership through some work connection, whi...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first—that sharp, chemical scent that meant tryouts. She'd been **swimming** since she was seven, but this was different. This was high school varsity o...
Maya stood in the corner of Kyle's basement, nursing a warm orange soda and feeling like a total zombie. The house party was supposed to be The Event of the semester, but honestly?...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, slicking back the baby hairs that refused to cooperate. Her hair had been transformed into what her stylist called "beach wave...
The cross-country team was my excuse for everything. Need to bail early from Jordan's party? Sorry, got running practice. Want to avoid that awkward conversation with Riley? Gotta ...
Maya's fingers trembled as she held the straightening iron near her curls. Her iPhone lit up on the bathroom counter with another notification—Emily and the crew blowing up the gro...
Maya's hands trembled as she clutched her phone. 3% battery. At Tyler Reynolds' house party. This was fine. Everything was fine. "Hey, you good?" Maya jumped. A guy with neon-ora...
Marcus had been running from the conversation for three days, and his best friend Jordan was done letting him dodge it. "Bro, just DM her already," Jordan said, scrolling through ...
The invitation sat on my nightstand for three days before I worked up the nerve to RSVP. Now here I was, standing at the edge of Jessica's inground pool while everyone else acted l...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she half-expected her solo cup to dissolve. House parties were supposed to be her thing now that she was sixteen, but honestly? She felt like an ...
Maya stood outside Jake's house, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Her first real pool party since transferring schools, and she'd spent forty-five minutes psyching herself up i...