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The **pool** water glowed that weird electric blue that only happens when the sun starts setting. Kai stood at the edge, towel wrapped tight around his waist, clutching a paper pla...
The house party thumped with bass that vibrated through my chest. I leaned against the wall in what Kai called my zombie mode— glazed eyes, slumped shoulders, zero social battery r...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip the blender cup. Three more minutes until Jake walked into Vitamin Boost for his daily post-workout smoothie, and she still...
The first time I saw him, he was slicing through the **swimming** pool like he owned the water. Dark hair plastered back, arms cutting through blue, surfacing right where I'd been ...
Maya felt like a **zombie** scrolling through her **iPhone** at lunch, watching everyone else's lives look perfect while hers felt like a perpetual behind-the-scenes blooper reel. ...
Maya stood behind the concession stand, clutching her Propel water like it was classified intel. She was basically a spy at this point—three weeks of freshman year spent gathering ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts (again) and adjusted the strap of her dress, which kept sliding down her shoulder. Jake's pa...
I'd been a zombie since seventh period math began. Seriously. Walking through high school like my brain had been replaced by fog, fueled by the vitamin C gummies my mom shoved into...
Marcus's hat was basically part of his head at this point—a beat-up navy beanie with a faux fur pompom that screamed "I'm trying, okay?" It covered his hat-ruining curly hair and, ...
Summer at Miller's Lake. The kind of humid Friday where your **hat** sticks to your forehead and you can feel the judgment radiating off every clique before you even step onto the ...
The hat was stupid. I knew it, Maya knew it, but she insisted I wear the 'tropical vibes' fedora anyway. 'It's part of the branding, Leo. You're literally working at Island Fusion ...
The cafeteria smelled like processed cheese and anxiety, but Maya was distracted by the bright orange papaya slices on her tray. Exotic. Different. Just like her feelings these day...