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The bonfire crackled as Maya hovered at the edge of the party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Sunset Point lived up to its name—palms silhouetted against a sky ...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, refresh-rate anxiety kicking in. Liam still hadn't liked her story. The one where she'd casually posted about trying padel at the new c...
I scrolled mindlessly through my sixth consecutive hour of TikToks, my phone burning against my palm. The blue light made my eyes feel like they'd been rubbed with sandpaper, but I...
Marcus adjusted his snapback, pulling the brim low. The hat was his armor—when you're sixteen and trying to look indifferent, accessories do half the work. His dad had dragged him ...
Maya's fingers trembled as she pulled her swim cap over her hair—the waist-length coils she'd spent two hours straightening that morning because Jason *definitely* noticed girls wi...
The dog kept barking at something in the woods, like she knew what was coming before any of us did. It was supposed to be the perfect send-off before college scattered us like dan...
Alex gripped the baseball bat until his knuckles turned white. Varsity tryouts. Junior year. The moment he'd been overthinking since summer league ended. His iphone buzzed in his b...
Maya's thumb hovered over the send button, her iPhone screen glowing like a lifeline in the darkness of her room. Outside, thunder rattled the window, but inside, her heart was doi...
Alex's palm was sweating through his batting gloves, which was honestly humiliating because Coach Miller was watching him like a hawk. Third baseball tryout in a week, and the pres...
I'd been **running** from my problems since seventh grade, but tonight they were catching up. Prom night. The night where every social insecurity you've ever had decides to show up...
The community center pool smelled like chlorine and desperation—exactly where we spent every Friday night avoiding our parents' questions about college applications and future plan...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house, her dad's old fedora pulled low over her eyes. Why had she agreed to come to this party? She barely knew anyone, and social hierarchies at Northw...