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My hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, I looked like a striped badger. Three hours in the salon chair, and now I had to face Taylor's pool party looking like a war...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat in his hands, feeling like a total zombie. Third night in a row he'd been up until 2 AM finishing that history project, and now Coach Davis ...
My dad's new country club membership was supposed to be this whole 'fresh start' thing, which really just meant awkward Saturdays by the pool while he networked with people who sai...
Maya shoved her tray across the scarred cafeteria table, trying to look casual. Which was impossible when you had bright **orange** hair and had just discovered **spinach** wedged ...
I never thought I'd spend my Saturday dodging a pyramid scheme at Tyler's pool party, but here we were. Jake, Tyler's older brother, cornered me near the refreshments with that loo...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like it was a life raft. The annual block party. The worst night of the summer. "Hey! Earth to Maya!" Jenna waved from the ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her oversized **hat** like a shield against the world. The graduation party was in full swing—Taylor Swift blasting, seniors showing of...
Maya's baseball cap kept sliding over her eyes as she shagged fly balls in the outfield, convinced this was some form of cosmic punishment. She'd signed up for the team because her...
Maya adjusted her grip on the padel racket, sweat slick on her palms. The new kid, Jason, stood across the net—tall, confident, annoyingly perfect. 'You ready to get smoked?' he gr...
The locker room hummed with pre-meet tension, the air thick enough to chew. Chlorine mixed with cheap body spray and the metallic tang of anxiety. I'd been **swimming** competitive...
Maya's **cat**, Jellybean, had been her only reliable roommate all summer—until the pool party invitation slid into her DMs. "Come swim," it read, simple as that, but Maya's stomac...
My palms were basically waterfalls. I wiped them on my jeans for the tenth time, leaving dark streaks on the denim. "You good, bro?" Marcus asked, fist-bumping my shoulder like he...