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My lucky snapback sat three feet from the baseline, getting absolutely destroyed by the sun. I'd already burned through my vitamin C gummies—what I called my "pre-game anxiety meds...
The chlorine stung my nose as I adjusted my lifeguard whistle for the third time. First day on the job at the rec center pool, and I was already sweating through my tank top. The c...
The papaya smoothie exploded everywhere. Of course. Because that's what happens when you're already five minutes late for baseball practice and your dad's cat — who insists on foll...
Maya's hair had been straightened three times and still refused to cooperate—much like her entire junior year existence. The Spring Fling was in two hours, and she was currently ba...
Jax's cowboy hat sat two fingers above his ears, just like his dad taught him. It was practically part of his skull at this point—a crown he couldn't remove without feeling naked. ...
Maya's hair had already declared independence by third period. The humidity had turned her normally sleek curls into a frizzy declaration of war against social norms. She'd spent f...
Maya's hair had always been—well. A lot. Curls exploding in every direction, refusing to be tamed, the kind of hair that made strangers reach out with their hands like they had the...
Marcus adjusted his Snapback and stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Varsity baseball tryouts were in twenty minutes, and his stomach was doing actual gymnastics. This...
The papaya sat on the snack table like a tropical alien among the chips and soda—bright orange, speckled black, totally out of place at Jason's pool party. Which was basically how ...
I'd been running for twenty minutes straight, my lungs screaming, when I finally collapsed behind the 7-Eleven. My phone had been blowing up with texts since the party—an unfortuna...
Maya clutched her frayed charging cable like a lifeline, phone dead in the pocket of her denim shorts. Sarah's pool party raged around her— splash fights, Spotify blaring, people s...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the bucket hat she'd spent three weeks' allowance on. It was supposed to be her armor, her social lubricant, the thing that made her lo...