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Mateo gripped the padel racquet like his life depended on it, sweat making his palm slippery against the handle. The court at Boca Vista Country Club smelled like expensive sunscre...
Marcus stood in front of Jordan's bathroom mirror, adjusting the neon orange snapback for the thirtieth time. It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. "You're not actually gonna wear...
The moment I stepped into Maya's living room, I felt like an undercover agent who'd lost her briefing. I adjusted my flannel shirt—why did I wear flannel to a house party?—and trie...
The summer before sophomore year, I worked at Pet Paradise, which was basically my parents' basement but with actual goldfish instead of the metaphorical ones that represented my s...
The pool party at Sarah's house was supposed to be epic, but I spent the first hour sitting on a lawn chair, clutching my phone like a lifeline. My mom's golden retriever, Buster, ...
Maya stood in Jackson's kitchen staring at the fruit bowl like it was a chemistry test she hadn't studied for. Someone had brought **papaya** to the party, and apparently now she h...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the cracked screen showing "NO SERVICE" again. The cable internet at her uncle's lake house was basically a suggestion, not a promise. She groaned and to...
Maya's palms were sweating, and she clutched her towel tighter. Across the pool, Chloe sat with the popular crew, laughing like she'd never been Maya's best friend since kindergart...
I felt like a total spy, lurking in the back of the library while the popular kids sat in their usual circle by the windows. Maya was there, wearing that oversized orange hoodie th...
Maya stared at her reflection, hair curling iron held hostage in one hand, the other clutching her iPhone like it was her only lifeline. The group chat was blowing up. "You're goi...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh, another notification from the group chat that was practically dissecting her outfit already. Freshman year. The ultimate trial by fire. She ...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill, but my anxiety was doing laps in my stomach. Everyone was already swimming—cannonballs and splashes and way too much skin ...