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Maya's orange soda sat on the edge of the concrete, condensation pooling around the glass base like a miniature lake. She'd been standing by the pool for twenty minutes, clutching ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her jeans every thirty seconds. She'd been crushing on Leo since seventh grade, and tonight—under the Friday night lights ...
My hair looked absolutely tragic. I'd spent three hours trying to curl it for Maya's party, but somehow it ended up looking like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. Mom wa...
I felt like a literal **zombie** walking into Jaxon's pool party. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, and the three Red Bulls I'd chugged weren't helping. But Maya had pract...
Marcus stared at his iPhone, the blue light reflecting in his eyes. Party at the Jenkins pool. Bring alcohol. We're doing a real pyramid this time. The text was from Tyler, who sa...
Maya felt like a zombie most days. Between AP Bio, cross-country practice, and her parents' constant pressure about Stanford applications, she was running on fumes and iced coffee....
Maya's hair was supposed to be a subtle caramel balayage. Instead, she left the salon looking like a zonked-out raccoon with commitment issues. The stylist—her mom's friend who ins...
Maya's palms were sweating — which was honestly ironic considering she was literally surrounded by water. The community pool job was supposed to be chill, just her and the occasion...
Maya's phone buzzed. Third time in five minutes. Her friend Chloe was blowing up her group chat—something about a party at Jake's house. Maya groaned, feeling like a total zombie a...
Maya's **hair** refused to cooperate. It hung like a limp declaration of defeat after three hours of pool party humidity. She adjusted her swim cap for the fourth time, feeling lik...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to flat-iron her curls into submission for Jennifer's legendary end-of-summer pool party, but the humidity h...
The bull at the skate park wouldn't leave me alone. "Yo, Marcus, that trick was weak sauce," Jaxon yelled, pumping his fist like he'd just won something. Which, technically, he ha...