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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...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, eyeing the suspicious green liquid his mom had left on the counter. Another vitamin-packed smoothie, she'd written in a note. Because ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset orange. Instead, it came out looking like a radioactive traffic cone. "It's fine," Chloe said, barely looking up from her phone. "It's giving...
The first time I spoke to Zara at lunch, I had papaya stuck in my braces. I'd been hovering near her table for like three days, working up the courage to actually say something. Z...