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The orange lifeguard swimsuit was basically a crime against fashion. Like, who decided that neon orange was the color of authority? I stood at the edge of the pool, feeling like a ...
The first day of padel camp, I almost puked. Not cute puked—like, genuinely embarrassingly myself in front of the popular crew from North High. 'You good, Maya?' Jake asked, all g...
The lake house party was everything I usually avoided. Too many people, too much noise, too many chances for me to say something awkward and cement my status as the quiet weirdo. B...
Maya stared at her reflection, ready to cry. The tutorial said subtle caramel highlights. Instead, her hair looked like she'd stuck her head in a cotton candy machine. "You look l...
The text from Liam glowed on my screen: pool party @ Jordan's. Parents gone. BYOB. I'd been zombie-walking through finals week, surviving on three hours of sleep and iced coffee. ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her shorts for the third time while standing in Tyler's backyard, clutching a red plastic cup of something th...
Maya's reflection in her iPhone showed someone unrecognizable. New outfit, new attitude, new everything for junior year. This was going to be her year. Then her neighbor's cat—a s...
The pyramid of red solo cups towered over the kitchen counter, a masterpiece of teenage engineering that Marcus had spent twenty minutes perfecting. Sixteen cups on the bottom, fif...
The papaya sat on my desk like an exotic judgment. My grandmother had packed it in my lunch, probably thinking she was being supportive of my 'health journey.' Spoiler: there was n...
The orange slice floated in the pool like a tiny sun, mocking me. "Maya, stop staring at the citrus and get over here!" Chloe yelled, her voice cutting through the summer humidity...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. First real house party. First time wearing the crop top she'd spent thirty minutes psyching herself ...
Maya's hair was a disaster. A choppy, uneven mess from a salon visit that had gone wrong two days before freshman year, and she was ready to crawl under a rock and die. Instead, s...