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The papaya incident started it all. Really. I was standing in the concession stand, sweating through my jersey, when Maya walked in. She was new—transfer student, hair that fell l...
I pulled the fedora down low. Not because I looked good—Marcus had texted me three variations of 'please no' when I mentioned it—but because I was hiding. The worst haircut in the ...
The pyramid scheme of freshman year wasn't about money. It was about something way more valuable: your entire existence. At the bottom, you were practically invisible. At the top? ...
Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched her iPhone, refreshing Instagram for the third time in two minutes. The beach bonfire party was in full swing, and she was currently stan...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her jeans—again. The red solo cup in her hand shook slightly as she leaned against the kitchen island, trying to look like...
I became known as "Vitamin" in eighth grade because I was always trying to boost everyone's mood. No one bothered to learn my actual name. Not even Maya, the girl I'd been crushing...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool clutching her phone like a lifeline, the July heat already making her t-shirt stick to her back. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting her ma...
The sun beat down on the backyard pool party like it had something personal against me. I stood by the snack table, nursing a flat orange soda and feeling like a total zombie. Summ...
The carnival lights blurred against my glasses as I tugged the brim of my dad's old fedora lower. Dead giveaway. I looked like a freshman trying to cosplay as a 1920s detective—whi...
The heat hit Maya's skin before she even stepped through the gate. Jordan's annual pool party—the social event of the summer before freshman year. Maya adjusted her swimsuit, sudde...
Maya's hair frizzed like an electrocuted poodle the second she stepped out of the locker room. Great. Just great. The first swim meet of sophomore year, and she looked like she'd s...
Chase's vintage cowboy hat sat on my desk like a judgmental cloud. He'd left it there after the party—the same party where I'd told everyone I used to bull ride back in Texas. Tota...