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The snapback hat pulled low over my eyes was basically a security blanket at this point. Like, if I couldn't see them judging me, they weren't judging me, right? I was seventeen a...
The orange slice stuck to my upper lip like a stupid second skin. Great. Just perfect. "Dude, you got a little—" Maya pointed, barely suppressing a laugh. I swiped it away, cheek...
Maya's mouth tasted like spinach. Not the actual leafy greens she'd forced herself to eat at dinner because her mom said it'd help her skin, but that specific gross-aftertaste you ...
My hair was doing that thing again—that frizzy defiance-of-physics thing that happens exactly when cute people are nearby. I'd spent twenty minutes with the straightening iron, but...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her toes curled against the warm concrete. The chlorine smell hung thick in the air, mixing with the sunscreen scent of summer. Everyone else wa...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stepped onto the padel court. The tryouts. Finally. At sixteen, she'd already mastered the art of blending into lockers between periods, but thi...
Maya stood by the snack table clutching her plastic cup of orange soda like it was a lifeline. The pool party had been dragging on for hours and she felt completely out of her elem...
Maya's tears were mixing with the pool water, which was honestly embarrassing — she was seventeen, not seven, but here she was, hiding in the bathroom at Jessica's end-of-summer pa...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, sweat prickling her forehead. Three unread messages from him. Three chances to say something cool, something mysterious, something th...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she held up the iPhone to inspect her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The **orange** hair dye box had promised "sunset vibes" but she was p...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as bad as the humiliation currently searing my cheeks. I'd been working as a lifeguard at the community pool all summer, mostly rescuing floatie...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. Which was ironic, considering she was literally about to get a palm reading at Jenna's birthday party. "You're next," whispere...