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The dinner table at Maya's house felt like a minefield. I was wearing my lucky flannel (the one that made me look effortlessly chill, or at least that's what I told myself), sittin...
The invitation said 'pool party,' but Maya's stomach knew better. This wasn't just any party — it was Jessica's party, and Jessica sat at the top of the social pyramid at Northwood...
The notification ping on my iPhone shattered my concentration. Another DM from the baseball group chat. 'Saturday's game is gonna be LIT bro don't bail.' I groaned into my pillow. ...
The mechanical bull stared at Jake like it knew exactly how much he didn't want to be here. His palms were sweating through his denim shorts, leaving dark patches that would absolu...
I'm so fried I can barely see straight. Five hours of sleep, zero coffee, and now 5:30 AM cross-country practice like my life depends on it. Coach Miller is screaming something abo...
Maya's mom left the vitamin bottle on the kitchen counter again, the orange plastic glaring at her like a judgment. "You're not eating enough vegetables," she'd said that morning, ...
I'd been walking around like a **zombie** all week, surviving on three hours of sleep and caffeine. Junior year was absolutely destroying me, and I was just going through the motio...
The party at Maya's house was supposed to be the night everything changed. Instead, I was leaning against the kitchen counter, nursing a warm soda, watching everyone else live thei...
My hands were sweating so much I could practically fill a swimming pool. I wiped my palms on my jeans for the third time, staring at Jordan across the crowded basement. His signatu...
I was literally dying inside before Jordan's pool party even started. My older sister Maya had spent an hour straightening my hair, but I still felt like a fraud in my new swimsuit...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool Netflix kind — the actual walking dead kind, stumbling through junior year with dark circles under my eyes and my brain permanently stuck in do-n...
Maya smoothed her sunscreen-sticky hands down her bikini bottoms for the third time. The countdown timer in her head ticked down: 47, 46, 45... until she'd have to actually swim in...