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Marcus stood at the edge of Jenkins's pool, clutching his can of soda like it was a lifeline. The end-of-summer bash was in full swing, but he felt like he was drowning in social a...
The padel court at Camp Meriwether wasn't exactly where I pictured my social life ending, but there I was — holding a racquet like it was a foreign object I'd borrowed from someone...
I stared at my phone screen, thumb hovering over the accept button. "$500 in your first week!" the message from Jake's cousin promised. I was broke, and Jordan's epic graduation po...
Maya dropped onto Sophie's bed, scrolling through her own iPhone while waiting for her best friend to finish showering. Sophie's house always smelled like vanilla and old books, an...
The papaya sat on the passenger seat like a tropical judgment. Reyes's third attempt at a pre-first-date gift, because apparently nothing says "I like you" like a fruit most people...
Maya had spent two hours flat-ironing her hair and another thirty minutes psyching herself up in the bathroom mirror. First school dance. She'd picked this vintage fedora at a th...
Maya stared at her reflection, yanking a comb through her curls. Third day of sophomore year at a new school, and her hair had already declared mutiny—more wild frizz than the "eff...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching his **baseball** cap like a lifeline. The annual July 4th block party. Every year, he spent three hours psyching himself up to a...
Maya's goldfish was floating sideways again. Third time this month. She named him Bubble, then Bubble 2, then Bubble 3. Now Bubble 4 was doing the backstroke. "Can't you just admi...
Maya's hands shook as she clutched her iPhone against her chest, watching the chlorine-blue water ripple below the diving board. The neighborhood pool party already felt like a soc...
Maya pressed her phone against her chest, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when Zayn's name lit up her screen. Outside her bedroom window, **lightning** fracture...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, little droplets pooling in her hands as she clutched her phone by the pool's edge. Jake's text had said "pool party @ Marcus's,...