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The baseball field lights buzzed like angry hornets as I checked my iPhone for the third time in two minutes. Still nothing from Chloe. "You're sweating, dude," said Marcus, point...
Marcus "Bear" Davis didn't earn his nickname because he was particularly furry or aggressive—quite the opposite. He was a gentle giant, six-foot-one and still growing, who spent mo...
Maya's phone buzzed with the fifth text from Chloe in ten minutes. 'U coming??? Everyone's at the falls 🦅' Maya stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair frizzed from humid...
The fiber optic cable snaked across my floor like a dead neon worm, pulsing with that sacred internet connection. Tonight was the night. The night I'd finally prove myself to the s...
The country club pool sparkled like something out of a lifestyle Instagram, and I felt about as out of place as a goldfish at a shark tank. My mom had scored us a summer membership...
Maya's fedora sat low on her forehead, a velvet shield against the basement party's strobe lights and the way Jake's laugh made her stomach do backflips. She'd spent twenty minutes...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, purple dye staining her hands like grape juice on a white carpet. Friday night. Jake's party. And now she looked like a glitching Snapchat filte...
The lightning crackled across the sky like the broken neon sign outside the 7-Eleven where we'd all agreed to meet. Maya's text had said "party starts at 9 lol" but here I was, sta...
The orange hat was my armor. Every Friday at the rec center, I'd pull it low over my eyes before stepping onto the padel court. Same hat I'd worn through freshman year when everyth...
Marcus stared at the government-sanigned pyramid poster on the cafeteria wall, its rainbow triangles mocking his usual lunch of pizza and tater tots. Sixteen years of playing it sa...
Maya pulled her dad's oversized beanie down over her ears, trying to disappear. First house party. Zero clue what she was doing. The hat was her armor—her safety blanket against a ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was as real as the concrete beneath my battered Vans. Me and Tyler sat at the bottom, watching Chloe—our school's very own sphinx—reign over th...