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Marcus stood in right field, dreading the inevitable. Gym class baseball was basically social suicide when you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. His friends were benched, roas...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she clutched her iPhone 13 under the cafeteria table. This was it. The moment she'd been overthinking for approximately fo...
I'd been running for three years straight—literally. Cross country, track, winter training when nobody else was dumb enough to be outside. My parents had this whole narrative about...
The charging cable frayed at the edges, much like my patience. Three percent. Really? On the first day of sophomore year, my phone decided to ghost me like Taylor did at the end-of...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it contained the antidote to social death. The seniors from North High were sprawled across lounge chairs like they ...
Maya's stomach did that nervous flip-flop thing as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Her hair was cooperating for once, her outfit was giving chill weekend vibes, and she'...
I looked ridiculous. That was the first thought that crossed my mind as I stared at my reflection in the gym bathroom mirror. The bull costume head sat on the sink next to me, its ...
The pool party invite had been sitting in Maya's notifications for three days. A pool party. Obviously. Because what every incoming freshman wants is to be seen in a bathing suit b...
The hat was everything. A black beanie in July? Absolutely. But when your hair decides to betray you three hours before the biggest party of the summer, you make questionable life ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged around her—music thumping, people laughing, the smell of chlorine m...
Jake's baseball cap sat backward on his head, the brim curved perfectly from three seasons of wear. But today he wasn't holding a bat—he was gripping a padel racket for the first t...
Maya's iphone vibrated in her pocket like a nervous heartbeat. Summer pool party at Jade's house — the invite had sat in her DMs for three days before she'd finally typed "yesss!!"...