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I'd been **spying** on Riley for months. Not like creepy spying—okay, maybe a little creepy. I had a fake Instagram account just to watch her stories, scroll through her perfect li...
The baseball sat heavy in my glove, like it was judging me. Coach Miller's voice echoed across the field—"Again, Lopez! You're telegraphing your pitches!" as another line drive sai...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the blue light illuminating her frustrated expression. Another group chat she'd been left out of. Her best friend since seventh grade, Jenna, had been dr...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Not that she'd ever actually do that. Standing at the edge of JJ's backyard pool party, clutching her s...
Mateo's brother was a total chad on the padel court — everyone called him "The Bull" because he'd charge the net like he owned it. Meanwhile, Mateo couldn't even serve without his ...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even pushed through the gate. 11 PM and the community pool was finally empty — just me, the water, and my embarrassing secret. My phone buzzed. ...
Maya's sweaty **palm** pressed against the plastic table as the carnival lady traced her lifeline. "You'll meet someone tonight," the woman whispered, her eyes glittering like she ...
The community pool on a Tuesday in July should've been chill, but for me, it was basically a social minefield. The popular crew—Sophia, Madison, and their orbit—had claimed the pri...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad they'd literally leave prints on her phone screen. Senior year was supposed to be cinematic moments and core memories, not her crouched behind the...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The *water* shimmered under the string lights, beckoning everyone else in like it was n...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood by the **water**, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The pool party raged behind her—music thumping, people laughing, the whole social h...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her frizzy curls. The hair situation was officially a crisis, and tonight was Leo's party—basically social suicide if she showed ...