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Maya's hair looked perfect that morning—caramel waves cascading over her shoulders, the result of two hours with a flat iron and enough hairspray to start a small fire. She was fin...
The pool water glowed that artificial blue that only exists in suburban backyards, the kind that makes your skin look weird under fluorescent lights. Maya adjusted her orange bucke...
The backyard transformed into something else entirely when Mateo's sister decided to read fortunes by the light of the tiki torches. Maya stood near the edge of the pool, clutching...
My palms were sweating before I even stepped onto the padel court. Again. It was week three of summer, and somehow, I—the least athletic person on the planet—had gotten roped into...
Kai's palms were sweating against his iPhone screen as he opened the cafeteria doors. Everyone was going to see it. The video. The one where he'd been caught on TikTok, dramaticall...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even opened the gate. Another summer, another shift as a lifeguard at the Patterson Estates pool, where the membership cost more than my dad's tr...
Leo's life had become a series of dodging maneuvers. Dodge Trevor—the human **bull** who ruled sophomore hall with a lumbering, testosterone-fueled rage. Dodge his dad's expectatio...
Maya's palms were literally dripping onto her phone case. Great. Just great. Tonight was supposed to be her chance to finally talk to Ryan—the Ryan with the skateboard and the smil...
Maya's hair had seen better days. Between the frizz from humidity and the questionable box dye she'd applied at 2 AM during an existential crisis, she looked like she'd gone three ...
Maya's dad had finally done it. No more Wi-Fi, no more streaming—completely cut off. The coaxial cable dangled uselessly from the wall like a dead snake. "You need to focus, Maya,...
The goldfish had survived three weeks, which was a personal best for Liam. His mom kept replacing them without comment, probably figuring teenage boys needed low-stakes opportuniti...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers hovering over the bleach kit she'd smuggled home. Her dark brown hair—perfect, untouched, boring—needed to change before Tyler's pool party n...