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The pool sat behind the old community center like a forgotten secret, its surface slick with algae and memories. Maya and I had been coming here since middle school, back when we w...
The orange spray paint was supposed to wash out. That's what the bottle promised—temporary, commitment-free, zero regrets. But here I was, three days later, looking like a traffic ...
The palm trees swayed like they couldn't decide whether to stay or bail, mirroring exactly how I felt about this entire summer. Standing on the zip line platform twelve stories abo...
Maya Chen stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at the disaster on her head. Her mom's attempt at "layering" had resulted in what could only be described as a choppy, uneven me...
Marcus's mom had started him on those gummy **vitamin** D supplements because "you never leave the house anymore, sweetie." He'd been crushing them ironically while watching his fa...
Maya's palms were sweating before she even stepped through the gate. The Larson pool party. The social event of the summer, and she'd actually been invited. Actually invited, not j...
Maya's stomach did that familiar knot-thing whenever she saw Ryan in the hallway. He was leaning against his locker, laughing with his friends, looking like he'd just stepped out o...
Marcus stood at the plate, the bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty hands. The entire freshman baseball team was watching, and he could feel their eyes burning holes in his v...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. 'You good, M?' Jace asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet beside her. His perfect hair stayed somehow perfect even in ninety-degree heat. 'Y...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like a grenade, fluorescent orange and impossibly ripe. Mom had bought it because some wellness influencer said it'd help with 'teen hormones,...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. Sarah's end-of-summer bash was in full swing—literally, with Jake Morrison doing cannonballs that sent waves ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the knots of her curly hair. It had taken three hours to straighten it for Jordan's party, and she still looked like she'd been el...