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I'd been playing spy since seventh grade, mastering the art of invisibility in a school that worshiped visibility. My specialty: watching Jordan Torres from behind the safety of my...
Marcus's palms were sweating so bad he could practically fill a water bottle. Which was ironic, considering he was standing at the edge of Jessica's above-ground pool, surrounded b...
The vitamin gummy stuck to my teeth like my reputation at Miller Prep. "Bro, just take it," Maya said, tossing the bottle at me. We were sitting on her palm-tree-patterned beach to...
The cable box blinked 12:00, mocking me. Three weeks into summer and I'd managed to accomplish exactly nothing besides watching reruns and avoiding everyone's texts. "You going to...
The plastic bag sloshed against my wrist as we walked through the parking lot, the carnival lights flickering behind us like dying stars. Inside, my new goldfish—Goldie Hawn, becau...
Maya dragged herself onto the padel court feeling like actual death. Three hours of sleep + AP Bio exam + zero caffeine = walking zombie. Her best friend Sam, annoyingly perky, bou...
The summer air hung thick and humid as Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. Her sister had insisted she take that vitamin gummy beforehand—"for co...
The cable guy stared at my sketchy drawing of a cat. "That's remarkable," he said, and I wondered if he was being sarcastic - adults were always doing that, complimenting stuff tha...
The pool water glittered like something out of a TikTok edit, which was exactly the point. I'd spent two hours curating the vibe - LED candles in Mason jars, a playlist that said '...
I wasn't supposed to be at Tyler's party. But here I was, standing by the **pool** in my Target swimsuit while half the junior class formed a human **pyramid** in the deep end. Tyl...
Leo stood on the mound, heart hammering like a bass drum. This was it—make or break. Coach Miller's eyes bored into him from the dugout. The scouting showcase. The big time. The...
Jordan's bike chain rattled against the frame as he climbed the gravel path toward Miller's Ridge. The abandoned cable station loomed ahead—a crumbling concrete beast from the nine...