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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her phone clutched in sweaty palms. Jordan was there, laughing with his friends, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. She'd been waiting for ...
Maya's new hat sat pulled low over her eyes, a safety barrier against the judging faces of Lincoln High's outdoor courtyard. It was week three of freshman year, and she'd already c...
Jordan pulled the snapback lower, eyes scanning the cafeteria. The hat was new—black with an embroidered bear, the school mascot—which they'd bought specifically to catch Maya's at...
The hat was stupid. I knew it, Maya knew it, even my bathroom mirror knew it. But I was wearing it anyway because my mom had convinced me that bangs were a 'bold choice' and now I ...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her denim shorts. The open mic was in three hours and her amp cable was fraying like her last nerve. "You're gonna kill it,Maya," Tas...
Maya's frizzy **hair** refused to cooperate, like always. She smoothed another layer of gel over the curls and inspected her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was the nigh...
Maya regretted the orange sweater immediately. Like, the second she walked into Jordan's house party. It was giving 'elementary art teacher' instead of 'chill sophomore who definit...
Maya slumped on her bed, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM doom-scrolling through her ex's Instagram. The lightning storm outside her window mirrored the chao...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her cutoffs before grabbing her phone. Three parties in and Jordan still hadn't noticed her existed. Classic. "You good?"...
Maya adjusted the brim of her floppy sun hat, trying to look like she belonged at the country club pool. This was supposed to be "the ultimate summer hang" according to Instagram, ...
Maya stood at the gate of Jake's house, clutching her towel like a shield. The orange bikini bottoms she'd bought specifically for today suddenly felt ridiculous. Who was she kiddi...
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...