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The humidity hit me like a wall as I stepped onto the patio. My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the solo cup. First pool party of the summer, and I was already five ...
I woke up feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. My phone was dead at 3%, which meant—yep—no alarm. I grabbed my backpack, stuffed a tangled m...
Maya's calves burned as she kept running, each footfall on the rubber track a rhythmic reminder that she was dead last. Again. The autumn sun painted everything in that perfect gol...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and cheap body spray—the signature scent of every Friday night swim meet. I stood behind the blocks, my heart hammering harder than the bass fro...
Maya's phone screen was cracked in three places, but her **iphone** still lit up with notifications. That was the problem—her social life was entirely contained in this glass recta...
The **orange** one-piece had seemed like a good idea at Target. Now, standing at the edge of Jake's pool while everyone else looked like they'd stepped out of a TikTok, I felt less...
Maya pressed herself against the chain-link fence, feeling like a total creeper. She wasn't technically a spy, but watching the cool kids play padel from behind the bushes felt bas...
The pool party was already in full swing when I showed up, fashionably late but internally panicking. Chloe's house looked like something out of a teen drama—string lights everywhe...
Leo adjusted his cap, sweat already soaking through his jersey. Freshman year, and he'd somehow made varsity baseball—the biggest flex of his life, or so he thought until he actual...
The spinach stuck in my braces like a green flag of surrender. I'd been smiling at Maya—the Maya—across the cafeteria for five straight minutes, thinking I was serving main charact...
Maya pressed her phone against her chest like it contained state secrets. In a way, it did. She'd been officially "spying" on Jake's Instagram for three months now—not in a creepy ...
The party was already lit when Maya arrived, clutching her phone like a lifeline. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair—those perfect beach waves took serious effort—and now s...