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Marcus's iPhone buzzed in his pocket like an angry hornet, but he ignored it. Out here on the baseball field, the only thing that mattered was the ball screaming toward him at eigh...
Maya's curls had always been her biggest insecurity. At sixteen, when everyone else seemed to have effortlessly perfect hair, hers was a wild, frizzy cloud she couldn't control. So...
I was running from everything—my mom's expectations, my ex-best friend's texts, and the crushing reality that summer was half over and I still felt like a fraud. Track practice had...
My hair was doing that thing again—that nervous frizz that screamed I cared way too much about what people thought. I'd spent forty minutes with the straightener, but the bathroom ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of Sphinx Springs, the local pool where everyone hung out. The massive sphinx statue at the deep end looked like it was mockin...
The hat was supposed to be my armor. This oversized black beanie that I pulled down past my eyebrows, hoping it would make me invisible—or at least less noticeably the kid who stil...
The bass from Maya's house party thumped in my chest like a second heartbeat. I'd been standing in the corner for twenty minutes, nursing a lukewarm soda like it was the most inter...
Leo's vitamin C gummies were working overtime. The cherry-flavored bears did nothing for the knot in his stomach as he stood in the on-deck circle, gripping the bat like it might s...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. Which was ridiculous considering it was sixty degrees at Jensen's beach party and everyone else was wearing hoodies. "You good...
Maya's summer wasn't supposed to be spent dragging ethernet **cable** through her grandmother's attic, but here she was, sweating through her vintage band tee while her phone mocke...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. Across the cafeteria, Jason—the resident bull of sophomore year—was holding court like he owned the place. Again....
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool clutching his orange solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water shimmered with that deceptively inviting blue sparkle, but inside the pool, the...