What the Fox Knew
Jordan's thumb hovered over the screen of his iPhone, the blue glow illuminating his face in the dark bedroom. Three notifications. Three people from school who'd barely acknowledg...
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Jordan's thumb hovered over the screen of his iPhone, the blue glow illuminating his face in the dark bedroom. Three notifications. Three people from school who'd barely acknowledg...
The party thumped against my ribs like a second heartbeat. Someone's basement, too many bodies, the air thick with cheap body spray and the desperate hope that someone—anyone—would...
The first day of my job at the Splash Shack should've been chill. Instead, I stood wearing the giant brown bear costume, sweating through my tank top while trying to blend papayas ...
The thunder started rumbling in the third inning. Perfect timing, as always. I was already spiraling. Coach Bennett had benched me after I struck out swinging at literally nothing...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes, blowing up with texts from the group chat she'd deliberately muted. Thea was saying something about "actually, Jake thinks y...
Marcus slumped on the dugout bench, his cleats kicking at peeling blue paint. Coach was yelling something about hustle and heart, but Marcus's heart was definitely not in it. Not h...
Tyler's phone buzzed with the invite from Maya—the girl who sat behind him in third period and somehow made breathing look coordinated. Padel court at 4. She'd seen him playing wit...
The neighborhood pool party was supposed to be chill, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing gymnastics. All summer she'd been stuck inside recovering from her appendix surgery,...
Maya's palms were sweating — actually sweating — as she stood in front of the mechanical bull at Jake's beach party. Everyone was watching. Even the people playing beer pong had st...
The resort pool was basically social warfare, and I was losing. Badly. Meanwhile, my little sister was cannonballing into the deep end like she owned the place, and my parents were...
The orange cone loomed ahead like a warning flag. Coach Miller called it "the conditioning test" but everyone knew it as the "make-or-break." If you couldn't run sub-six-minute mil...
Maya's **cat** Luna knocked over her water glass right as she opened Instagram. Again. "You're a menace," she muttered, grabbing a towel. The water pooled on her desk, dripping on...