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Maya's palms were sweating, which was honestly embarrassing because she was literally standing at the edge of a pool. The humid California air pressed against her skin as she gripp...
My iphone buzzed against my nightstand at 2 AM, glowing like a tiny panic button. I'd been "spying" on Chloe's Instagram for three hours straight, scrolling through photos of her a...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway feeling like a literal zombie. Four hours of raid practice until 2 AM will do that to you. Her best friend Jax caught up to her at t...
The lightning flash of my phone screen lit up the bathroom stall. Another notification. Another like. Ugh. Maya's pool party raged outside—music thumping, people cannonballing int...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, touching the new pimple on her chin like it was a bruise she couldn't stop pressing. Fifteen and already feeling like she was failing at being a ...
Maya's mom said the orange hair dye would wash out in three weeks. That was six months ago. Now she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, running fingers through her neon-streaked...
I felt like a straight-up zombie by the time I dragged myself to Jordan's pool party. Three days of finals, four hours of sleep total, and now here I was—pale, underslept, and rock...
Maya stared at her phone, thumb-scrolling through feeds while her body floated in the community pool. Zombie mode, her brother called it—when you're physically present but mentally...
My hair had other plans. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the diffuser, hoping for beach waves, but humidity had turned them into a frizz explosion that made me look like I'd stuc...
The rec center's padel courts were my summer sanctuary, which was exactly how I ended up in this situation. Maya was across the net, looking unfairly good in her oversized hoodie, ...
Marcus's chest felt like a bear was sitting on it. Not a cute, cuddly bear — a full-grown grizzly, crushing his ribs until every breath was a workout. "You good, bro?" Jordan aske...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's inground pool, toes curling against the warm concrete. The party was already in full swing — literal swimming strokes, metaphorical social ones ...