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Lena's plan was flawless: join the swim team, infiltrate the popular squad, and finally stop sitting alone at lunch. The spy mission had been three weeks in the making, ever since ...
The bathroom scissors glinted under fluorescent lights as Maya hacked at her waist-length hair. Chunk by chunk, the dark locks fell into the sink, pooling like murdered shadows. He...
The heat wave hit Mesa Ridge like a microwave burrito — sudden, overwhelming, and kinda gross. Maya sprawled under the palm tree in Jasmine's backyard, phone burning against her th...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his dad's old bucket hat like it was some kind of medieval shield against social annihilation. The thing was ridiculous—faded ...
Maya's hair had been acting all sorts of wrong since she'd woken up that morning. A frizzy halo of curls refused to cooperate with her flatiron, and honestly? She was ready to rage...
The mid-July heat wave had turned Maya's backyard into what felt like the surface of the sun, which was exactly why she'd agreed to host the first official pool party of sophomore ...
The old cable had been fraying for months, dangling behind the TV like Dad's abandoned dreams. Tonight was the playoffs — the kind of baseball game that made teenagers pretend to c...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her nervous expression in the darkened bedroom. Three notifications from the group chat: *Pool party at J...
Marcus's hair had always been his thing—thick, black, falling in just-right waves over his forehead. Until the day it started thinning at sixteen, anyway. That's when he found the ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the warm concrete, watching her ex-best friend Lily laugh with someone else—someone who used to be Maya's friend too, until ...
Maya's basement party was supposed to be chill, but when Caleb started talking about his dad's job at the **cable** company like he was some sort of tech mogul, I wanted to disappe...
Marcus's palms were sweating so much he might slip right off his phone. Three weeks of meticulously planned texts, and he still hadn't hit send. The county fair roasted around him—...