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The humidity hit me like a wall as I stepped through the sliding glass door. Elena's backyard was packed — the entire sophomore class seemed to be squeezed around her **pool**, the...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket again. *Thanks for coming tonight.* From Jax. She'd been staring at that same cable box for twenty minutes, trying to figure out why the movie kep...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a riddle I couldn't solve: *Jake's pool party. 2 PM. Bring a swimsuit.* Easy for some people. For me? Basically social suicide. I'd been...
The hallway at Northwood High operated like a carefully calibrated ecosystem, and I'd just become its newest invasive species. I was two weeks into freshman year, still rocking the...
Maya stood frozen at the padel court fence, her heart doing that familiar flutter-thing it always did when Jordan was within a fifty-foot radius. Jordan, with their sunset-orange h...
Leo's beanie was pulled low, hiding the disaster that was his hair day. Not that Maya would notice. Definitely not. They were at that overpriced smoothie place downtown—his treat,...
My palm was sweating so hard I thought I might literally dissolve. Standing next to Leo by the bonfire while everyone else was already in the water laughing like this was just anot...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into third period, my brain fried from staying up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches. My best friend Jay leaned over, "Bro, you look dead on your f...
Marcus stood at the plate, the orange sunset blazing across the field like someone had set the sky on fire. Fourth inning of the final summer league game, and he'd already struck o...
The snapback had been glued to Maya's head since seventh grade, a literal shield against the world. But tonight, for Jordan's end-of-summer rager, she'd left it on her dresser. Big...
Maya pressed her hand against her hair, the orange neon reflecting off the bus window making her newly dyed strands look like they were glowing. Her mom had freaked when she saw it...
Marcus stood in front of Delgado's Sports Palace, his heart doing cartwheels. Three weeks at Jefferson High and he'd already managed to become invisible — which honestly felt like ...