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Marcus adjusted his baseball cap, trying to look casual. Which was hilarious, because casual was the opposite of how he felt when Chloe walked past the dugout. Her hair smelled lik...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I positioned myself strategically near the snack table, far enough from the water's edge to avoid splash damage but close enough to look like I was pa...
The humidity had been building all day, the kind of thick air that makes your hair frizz no matter how much product you threateningly apply. Maya stood at the edge of the creek, wa...
Maya's hair used to be perfect. Waist-length, glossy brown — the kind that made people stop her in hallways to ask what products she used. But that was before the incident. Before ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the now-green strands of what used to be perfectly highlighted blonde hair. The DIY dye kit said "ocean breeze," not "pond scum."...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The first pool party of freshman year, and she'd spent the morning resear...
Maya's palm was sweating. Again. She wiped it on her jeans—third time in five minutes—and gripped her phone like it was a lifeline. The cable dangling from the charging station bes...
Maya stood at the pool's edge, chlorine stinging her nose, watching the swim team practice like they owned the water. They moved in perfect synchronization, while she felt like she...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. Sixteen years old and she still couldn't talk to Caleb without her hands turning into tropical storm zones. She leaned against the papaya tree in...
Maya adjusted the brim of her dad's vintage fedora, feeling like a total fraud. Who wore a hat to a pool party? Someone who was desperately trying to hide their frizzy hair, that's...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, doomscrolling through TikToks to avoid eye contact with anyone at Jake's end-of-summer bash. The invitation had said "pool party," whi...
Maya's phone died at exactly 11:47 PM — third time this week. The charging cable had been fraying for months, exposing those little copper wires like something nervous and raw, but...