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Maya's ethernet cable lay tangled on her floor like a dead snake. Another Friday night, another Discord call where everyone vibed without her. "You good, M?" Kai's voice crackled ...
The summer air hung thick and sticky, but my palms were sweating for a totally different reason. Marcos stood by the dugout, his baseball uniform stretched across shoulders that ha...
The baseball cap sat three rows back, lonely as a ghost at a birthday party. I'd been running from everything lately — my parents' divorce conversations, my GPA's freefall into the...
Chloe's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, her oversized t-shirt clinging to her like a security blanket. The End of Summer Bash. Of course Jordan woul...
Maya smoothed her sunscreen-slicked hands down her lifeguard tank for the third time. The community pool smelled like chlorine and coconut, and her shift had exactly forty-three mi...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was practically leaving puddles everywhere. Which was exactly why she'd spent twenty minutes in the bathroom before Kai's party psyching hers...
Marcus slid into the dugout bench, trying to act like he belonged there. JV baseball tryouts, freshman year. The ultimate test of everything. "Yo Capriotti," Ryan called out, tapp...
Maya's thumb was a blur on her iPhone screen, double-tapping pics from Jessica's party that she'd bailed on. *FOMO hitting different tonight,* she thought, refreshing Instagram for...
Maya's palms were practically leaking as she stood outside Tyler's house, bass thumping through the door like a second heartbeat. She adjusted the black beanie she'd stolen from he...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Group chat blowing up. JESS: pool party @ Tyler's 2nite U COMING??? She stared at her iPhone screen, thumbs hovering. Tyler...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to come. The second was wearing a two-piece. Now she stood paralyzed at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like it could save her from drow...
I looked like a zombie. No, literally—I'd spent three hours in makeup for the student film, my skin grayish-green, dark circles painted under my eyes, fake blood dripping from my l...