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The chlorine smell hit me before I even walked through the gates. Another summer, another shift at Pineview Pool where I'd spend eight hours watching people have way more fun than ...
My hair looked like a rabid squirrel had attacked it. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, but the humidity had other plans. Now here I stood, outside Taylor's house...
I was literally **running** away from my problems—well, jogging, actually. At a solid 12-minute mile pace because I'm not trying to be heroic, just trying to clear my head before t...
Marcus adjusted his beat-up **hat** for the millionth time, the brim fraying at the edges just like his confidence. The hallway stretched ahead like a gauntlet, and somewhere in th...
Maya's hair was doing that weird frizzy thing it always did when the cafeteria smelled like something tropical. Papaya day. Great. She smoothed her ponytail for the tenth time, won...
The mechanical bull at Jake's party might as well have been a warning label: ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK, LOSER. I watched from the kitchen, nursing my lukewarm soda while Jordan—my bes...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes, blowing up with texts from the group chat. But she couldn't answer. Not while holding a tray of spinach artichoke dip that ...
Maya stared at the box of hair dye like it held the secrets to surviving sophomore year. Bright, neon orange—because nothing said 'I'm my own person' quite like looking like a traf...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, phone clutched in sweating palms. She felt like a total spy, watching Lena laugh with her friends at the end of the hallway. Lena was gor...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with another notification from the group chat. *Pool party @ Kayla's Saturday. Everyone's going.* She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. S...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, heart doing that weird flutter thing it always did when Jake's stories popped up. She was basically a professional spy at this point—...
Maya's hair wouldn't cooperate. Not today, not when Jaden might actually notice her existence. She'd spent forty minutes trying to tame the frizz, but her reflection still showed s...