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Beneath the Brim

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Maya's been hiding under this bucket **hat** since seventh grade. It's basically her personality at this point — oversized black beanie, pulled low like she's constantly dodging paparazzi.

"You good, bestie?" Chloe asks, already three drinks in at Tyler's pool party. "You look like you're plotting something."

"I'm vibing," Maya lies. She's absolutely not vibing. She's feeling every kind of awkward.

Then she sees him: Lucas from third period, leaning against the back fence, not talking to anyone. Her stomach does that stupid thing where it forgets how to organ. She needs to look, but she can't look. So she does what any rational person would do — she pretends to check her phone while angling for a strategic view. Basically she's lowkey **spy**-ing on her crush from behind a plastic cup.

Then Tyler's golden retriever, Buster — who's been escaping the yard all summer according to his Instagram — bounds over and detects her weakness.

"Buster, no—"

But yes. The **dog** detects her hands are full, senses an opportunity. He jumps, his paw catches her hat, and suddenly Maya's security blanket is flying through the air.

Time moves in terrible slow motion. The hat arcs perfectly, lands in the pool, and immediately starts sinking like her dignity.

She freezes. Lucas is definitely looking now. Chloe's gasping. Buster is wagging his tail like he just accomplished something.

Maya's hair explodes everywhere. She's exposed. Literally and metaphorically. And in that moment of absolute mortification, Lucas starts laughing. But like, actually laughing — not mean laughing. The kind where you throw your head back because something's genuinely funny.

"Your hair," he calls across the deck. "It's actually huge."

Maya catches her reflection in the sliding glass door. Her hair IS huge. It's magnificent. And she's been hiding it under a hat for three years.

"Worth it," she says, kicking off her flip-flops. She cannonballs into the **water**, hat retrieval mission secondary to the fact that she's finally, actually, noticeably herself.