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I'd been running from it for weeks—the conversation I needed to have with Maya about why I'd been ghosting her since homecoming. But now, at the bottom of the eighth inning of my b...
The country club parking lot felt like walking into a lion's den, except the lions were wearing Vineyard Vines and driving their parents' BMWs. I tugged at my swimsuit, suddenly aw...
Maya stared at her reflection, tilting the vintage newsboy hat at just the right angle. It was supposed to signal artsy confidence, but mostly it signaled that she was trying way t...
Maya's cousin Sarai had promised "chill vibes" at the party, but Maya's palms were already sweating against her phone case. This was what happens when you're the freshman trying to...
Maya had been running on fumes since midterms—three hours of sleep, endless AP classes, and that zombie shuffle through hallways that said *I'm barely here, please don't interact.*...
The papaya sat on the counter like an alien artifact. My parents had never bought anything so exotic in their lives, but there it was, a reminder that everything was changing this ...
Maya's **hair** refused to behave, frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Not exactly the vibe she wanted for Emma's pool party—the social event of the su...
The party thumped against Maya's chest. At sixteen, she'd mastered the art of leaning against walls like she wasn't terrified. Her dad's old **orange** beanie—stolen from his close...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the concrete. The July heat radiated off the backyard patio, but her stomach was doing backflips. "You coming in or what?" ...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, chlorine stinging her nose. The **swimming** team practiced laps while she clutched her borrowed goggles, feeling like a fraud. Her ol...
Maya's basement was basically a graveyard for dead technology. That's where she found it—the coaxial cable that changed everything. Her brother Jordan, twenty-one and home from co...
The community pool shimmered like liquid turquoise under the July sun, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. This was it — the party of the summer, and she was final...