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Marcus stopped at third base, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his face like he'd just run a marathon instead of rounding the bases. "Bro, you okay?" I asked, tossing him the wat...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, phone propped up against the sink. The box dye promised 'copper sunset' but her hair looked more like she'd dunked her head in a buck...
My legs burned like they were on fire, but I kept running. Three miles into my morning jog, I spotted him—Marcus—sitting on the park bench with that ridiculous orange hoodie that ...
Maya dragged herself through the last week of sophomore year like a literal zombie. Three finals, zero sleep, and her mom's new obsession with wellness meant Maya was surviving on ...
The pool water was still as glass, reflecting the orange glow of the streetlights like liquid sherbet. Maya and I sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, clutching our contrab...
The internet cable lay across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, and somewhere along its three feet of length, my entire social life had ceased to exist. "Dude, you there?" Marcu...
Mateo's attention span had officially shrunk to the size of the carnival goldfish now swimming in miserable circles on his desk. His little sister Ana had left it with him when she...
The first day of sophomore year, Maya decided she was done being invisible. Last year, she'd been a ghost—popping Adderall just to focus, watching from the sidelines while other pe...
My summer job answering phones for CableConnect was supposed to be chill. Just wear the stupid branded hat, tell people to restart their router, collect minimum wage. Easy. But th...
The pool party invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare. Tyler's house. Saturday. Everyone going. My thumbs hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting responses like I was...
The first day of sophomore year, and I was hiding in the girls' bathroom because my mom had talked me into letting her cousin try their hand at hair cutting. The results? Let's jus...
Maya's thumb moved on autopilot, another zombie scroll through Instagram at 2 AM. Her iPhone battery sat at 4%, glowing like dying embers in her dark room, but she couldn't stop. E...