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Chloe stood by the pool edge, clutching her Diet Coke like a lifeline. The July heat pressed against her skin, but she wasn't going **swimming**. Not with these people. Not after w...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully picking every piece of **spinach** from his braces with his tongue. His sister's quinceañera was in ten minutes, and he'd al...
They called him Fox—not because he was sly, but because his real name was Felix and some kid in seventh grade decided that was close enough. The nickname stuck like gum on a hot si...
Jordan's thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when Maya's name popped up on his iPhone. They'd been talking for two weeks - mostly mem...
Maya's stomach did backflips in the cafeteria line. Not cute Olympic-gymnast backflips. More like I-might-throw-up-on-your-shoes backflips. Across the room, Jay sat with his varsi...
Maya stood before the glass pyramid exhibit at the museum, phone clutched in her sweating palm. The group chat was blowing up. "Are you coming to Jordan's party?" "I heard Tyler's...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap lower, hoping it would somehow make him invisible. His dad stood by the chain-link fence like a stubborn bull, arms crossed, face fixed in that dis...
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically wring out his hands. Standing at home plate during baseball tryouts freshman year wasn't exactly how he'd planned to spend ...
The thunder cracked directly overhead as I sprinted down Maple Street, my shoes slapping wet pavement. I wasn't running from anything specific — just everything. The infinite press...
Maya's iphone was at 4% when she spotted him across the gym—Jake, her crush since September, standing near the bleachers like he owned Westbridge High. Her heart did gymnastics. T...
My mom swore those gummy vitamins would fix everything. "They're magic, Leo," she'd say, tossing the bottle at me like I was still twelve instead of fifteen. But no amount of proce...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. House parties weren't really her vibe — too many people, not enough exit strategies — but Chloe had...