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Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. She clutched her red solo cup like it was a lifeline, watching Jordan—the hottest junior in school—h...
Pool parties at Jake's house were legendary, but this one felt different. Maybe because I finally worked up the courage to talk to Chloe, the varsity swimming star who'd been givin...
The pool party was already in full swing when I arrived late, clutching my towel like a lifeline. Jamie's backyard had transformed into a social minefield—popular kids cannonballin...
Maya's mom had shoved the bottle of gummy vitamins at her that morning, eyes widening with maternal desperation. "You look like a zombie, honey. You need these." Maya had rolled he...
Maya's sneakers squeaked against the rubber track, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wasn't fast—like, actually slow—and tryouts for the cross-country team were tomorrow. Typi...
Maya adjusted her backpack, where Barnaby—the family's obese tabby cat—purred like a tiny motor against her spine. "You're my emotional support animal today," she'd whispered to hi...
Marcus's mom had absolutely zero chill when it came to swimwear. That's how he ended up at Taylor's pool party wearing neon orange trunks that glowed like radioactive waste. Dead. ...
Maya's **hat** sat pulled low over her eyes, a shield against the fluorescent lights of the community center. Three months into sophomore year, and she'd perfected the art of becom...
The bull shark emoji glowed on my lock screen—Zara's code for emergency. I slid behind the gym, heart already doing that traitorous little flutter it always did when she messaged. ...
The pool shimmered like liquid sapphire, but Maya's stomach did anything but shimmer. It churned. Friday at Chloe's meant social warfare, and Maya had brought approximately zero ar...
Maya's fingers trembled as she clutched her iphone, the screen glowing with the invitation to Jessica's end-of-summer pool party. Three weeks of high school remained, and she'd bar...
Maya's been **running** from her reflection since seventh grade. Okay, not literally. But with braces that could pick up radio signals and a social anxiety that made group projects...