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I sunk into the chlorinated blue, letting the water muffle everything. Above the surface, the graduation pool party raged with Spotify playlists and overly loud laughter. But down ...
The chlorine smell hit me first—that sharp, chemical scent that always meant social suicide. I'd managed to avoid the pool parties all summer, claiming allergies, family emergencie...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool deck, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The orange bikini she'd spent thirty-seven minutes agonizing over felt suddenly ridiculous—too bright,...
The party at Maya's house was supposed to be my moment. Finally. After months of being the quiet one in the back of honors English, I'd practiced my lines in the mirror. I'd bought...
The pool deck at Franklin High smelled like chlorine and bad decisions, which was basically the perfect description for my life. "You got a little something, bro," Tyler said, ges...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with another pool party invite. The notification glowed against her locked screen like a challenge she'd been avoiding all summer. "You going?" asked Riley, t...
Sixteen and fresh to Florida, I'd spent three weeks perfecting the art of hallway invisibility. My hair—this riot of tight curls I'd spent years fighting—had decided to celebrate o...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her phone case as she stared at the invitation on her screen. Tyler's annual pool party. The invite list had dropped twenty minutes ago...
Maya stared at the orange **vitamin** bottle on her nightstand, the pills rattling like anxious thoughts. At sixteen, she'd decided this summer would be different — she'd be differ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, her normally straight hair having morphed into a massive frizz ball thanks to the humidity. She'd spent forty minutes with the straighteni...
My palms were sweating before I even walked through Tyler's gate. Which was stupid, because it was just a pool party, not a court appearance, but my body didn't get the memo. Every...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her hair perfectly coiled in protective twists. She'd spent forty-five minutes on them that morning, determined not to let the humidity d...