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Maya tugged her fedora down lower, like that would somehow make her invisible at Jackson's pool party. The hat was her armor, her way of saying "I'm too cool to care" without actua...
The goldfish cracker floated in Chloe's pool like a tiny, orange boat. I stared at it from my lifeguard chair, wishing I could dissolve into the water like that cracker would in ab...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the phone. Her best friend Kai was blowing up her screen with texts about the Fair tonight. "you coming?? everyone's gonna ...
The pool party raged around Marcus like a live wire he couldn't quite grab. At seventeen, he should've been past this kind of social anxiety, but here he was, pressed against the f...
Maya stood outside Tyler's house, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Her first real house party. The one everyone would be talking about on Monday. She could hear the bass thumpi...
Maya's iPhone glowed in her palm, another notification from the group chat she'd been ignoring all weekend. The bonfire crackled ahead of her, but she felt like a zombie moving thr...
I'd been spying on Jordan's Instagram stories for twenty minutes when my mom knocked on my door. I quickly closed the app like I'd been caught watching something illicit—which, tec...
The backward cap was my armor. You know the vibe — brim flipped, eyes partially hidden, maximum cool points. At least, that's what I told myself every morning before my shift as a ...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her heart pounding like she'd just downed three espressos. This was it — regional qualifiers, and somehow she'd actually made the team. N...
Summer before freshman year, I found myself at Jessica Martinez's pool party—literally the most important social event of our entire middle school existence. The baseball team was ...
I leaned against the fence, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Tyler's pool party raged on the other side—laughter, music, the splash of water. My best friend Maya had dragged me ...
Maya's phone buzzed. *Want to hit the padel court later?* from Jordan. The same Jordan who'd barely spoken to her since seventh grade, before the friend group fracture that still m...