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Jordan's hands were sweating through his grip on the padel racket. This was it—the moment he'd been overthinking all week. Playing padel with Mia and her squad at the country club ...
Marcus pulled the fuzzy brown **hat** down over his ears, which—let's be honest—were already sticking out enough thanks to that bad buzzcut he'd given himself last week. The hat ha...
Jamie's been spying on Maya's Instagram for three weeks straight. Not even good spying—just tapping through stories like some desperate lurker, which, honestly, she is. But Maya wa...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pasture, watching his best friend Jaime point at the massive animal across the fence. A thousand-pound Charolais bull that looked like it could crus...
Maya's stomach dropped when she saw the lunch lady plop a mountain of spinach onto her tray. Again. Fourth day in a row. cafeteria lunches at Northwood High were supposed to be bet...
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I dragged myself onto the orange padel court, feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep. That's what I'd gotten before the regiona...
The pyramid of red solo cups towered above me like some ancient monument to bad decisions. I stood in the corner of Jordan's basement, nursing my orange soda and feeling like the w...
Maya crouched behind the oak tree in her backyard, heart pounding like she'd just chugged an energy drink. She was on a mission—well, technically, she was spying on her older broth...
My summer was spiraling into a disaster before it even started. There I was, standing at the edge of Jenna's pool party, clutching a slice of papaya like it was a lifeline, while e...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought they might actually conduct electricity. That would be convenient, considering the lightning storm happening outside—and inside her c...
Maya felt like a goldfish in a bowl—always visible, never truly seen. That's how it felt when her best friend since kindergarten, Chloe, started leaving her out of group chats. The...
The pool party at Kylie's house was supposed to be legendary, but honestly? My social battery was at 2%. I hid near the edge of the pool, clutching my red solo cup like it was a l...