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The pool party was everything Maya dreaded. Chlorine smell, too much skin, everyone acting like they hadn't spent all year ignoring each other in the hallways. She stood by the fen...
Marcus pulled his dad's vintage fedora lower, trying to disappear into the kitchen wall at Taylor's pool party. The music thumped like his heart—too fast, too much. "Yo, Marcus! ...
Maya's lunch table strategy was simple: find the corner seat, put in headphones, and pretend she was definitely too busy to notice that nobody had invited her to sit with them sinc...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizzy halo effect that screamed "I just walked through a hurricane" instead of "I spent forty-five minutes with a straightening iron." S...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Maya's pool party raged like every cliché teen movie I'd ever binged, except I was living it and my hair was doing this weird...
Finals week had turned everyone at North Valley High into actual zombies. Maya's eyeliner was smudged, Marcus kept falling asleep in AP Chem, and even Tyler—resident golden boy and...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the cross country trail stretching endlessly before her. Coach Miller's voice echoed in her head, but today it wasn't about pace or breathin...
The party was already mid-level cringe when I spotted the sphinx statue in the corner—like, an actual Egyptian replica thing next to the beer pong table. Because nothing says rager...
Marcus stood at the plate, sweat dripping down his temple. The baseball bat felt like a lead pipe in his hands. Coach was yelling something from the dugout, but Marcus's brain had ...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange juice box like it was a grenade. Three months ago, she wouldn't have been caught d...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The July heat was already melting her makeup, but that wasn't why she felt like she might throw u...
My iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Maya's glass cracked screen flashed with a text from Jake: *u coming? i'm at the food court* Panic surged through my chest. I'd...