Hat Trick on Court Three
The neon green hat was supposed to be my armor. Freshman year at Westwood High, and I'd already calculated that wearing it backward would project exactly the right amount of chill ...
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The neon green hat was supposed to be my armor. Freshman year at Westwood High, and I'd already calculated that wearing it backward would project exactly the right amount of chill ...
Maya pulled her black beanie hat lower over her forehead, trying to disappear into the bleachers. It was her third week at Northwood High, and being the new girl still felt like wa...
Marcus's phone buzzed with 'pool party @ jake's 3pm' and suddenly his stomach did backflips. His first real party since transferring to Northwood High, and he couldn't even swim pr...
Maya's palms sweat against her iPhone as she stood at the edge of the pool, watching Jake laugh with the varsity baseball team. He looked effortless in his swim trunks, tossing a b...
Maya's hair stood on end, literally—thanks to the insane amount of hairspray she'd used before Tyler's party. She adjusted her crop top for the tenth time, checking her reflection ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the entrance of the Willow Creek Country Club. Her best friend Priya had practically dragged her here, insisting that this was THE summ...
I stood at the edge of Sarah's pool, clutching my papaya mango smoothie like it was a lifeline. The invitation had said "casual hang," but somehow I'd walked into a full-blown soci...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, the Instagram post from Sarah's party collecting comments like fireflies. She wasn't there. She never was. Not anymore, not after the I...
The baseball shattered Mrs. Rivera's window with a sound like a disaster movie. I stood frozen in her backyard, sixteen years old and absolutely mortified. Mrs. Rivera appeared at...
The bass thumped through the floorboards of Jordan's house like a second heartbeat. Fox (everyone called him that because of his wild red hair and the way he could disappear into t...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, holding her breath like her life depended on it. Technically, her social life did. She was on an unauthorized mission—aka, being a total ...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be lit, but honestly? Maya's stomach was doing backflips. She stood by the edge of the water in her new orange bikini — the one she'...