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The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my comeback tour. After three months of being "that kid who puked in algebra," I'd carefully curated a new aesthetic: vintage t...
Maya's phone buzzed with the fifth 'you coming?' text from Jake. She stared at her reflection, the **orange** hair dye still staining her sink where she'd attempted to give herself...
Maya's hair had been her security blanket since middle school — waist-length, dark and always perfectly braided. But today, she'd showed up with it chopped to her shoulders, the ne...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts for the third time, watching as kids from her AP Bio class cannonballed into Jake's backyard pool. The invitation ha...
Maya pressed her forehead against the **cable**-spun window of the campus coffee shop, watching him. Him. The guy with the art history notebook and the signature coffee order—oat m...
The vitamin D gel caps sat in my palm like tiny golden promises. Mom swore they'd help me "bulk up" for basketball, but let's be real — I was five-foot-nothing and built like a poo...
I felt like a straight-up zombie working the Friday night shift at Pet World. Three hours of sleep, two exams, and way too much time overthinking Maya's text from yesterday—or thre...
The ocean breeze carried the scent of coconut sunscreen and teenage desperation. Maya leaned against the trunk of a towering palm tree, its rough bark pressing into her spine as sh...
The chlorine burned my eyes, but honestly? That was better than making eye contact with anyone at Jessica's party. I floated in the corner of the pool like a forgotten pool noodle,...
Maya stood by the snack table, nursing a flat orange soda while the party raged around her. This was supposed to be the freshman year kickoff, the night that would define her socia...
The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation, which, honestly, was just how sophomore year felt. Maya adjusted her grip on the racket, her palms sweating through the wristba...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his stupid spinach smoothie like it was a lifeline. His mom had packed it for "optimal nutrition" before his first real social...