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Maya stood at the edge of Jenna's pool, clutching her towel like it was a lifeline. Everyone else was already swimming, laughing, acting like this was just another Friday night and...
I was freezing my ass off on the baseball bleachers, watching Jake's perfect life unfold in right field. The varsity jacket, the easy swing, the way Jessica's eyes tracked him like...
Jordan was three weeks into sophomore year when she hit the absolute bottom of the social pyramid—which, according to everyone who mattered, was somewhere between the guy who ate l...
Marcus adjusted his ratty blue **baseball** cap—backward, obviously—and stared at the Robinhood app on his phone. His phone, 2% battery. His confidence, roughly the same. "You're ...
The basement party smelled like cheap body spray and desperation. I adjusted my stupid fedora—because apparently, 15-year-old me thought wearing a hat indoors made me mysterious in...
The carnival goldfish lived in a bowl on my nightstand, a constant reminder of the worst first date ever. Jake had won it for me at the boardwalk, then spent the entire evening tal...
Maya stared at her cracked iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the livestream. The baseball field glowed beneath Friday night lights, and somewhere out there, Ethan—the guy she'd be...
Maya's orange one-piece was basically a cry for help. Her mom said "practical" but Maya heard "social suicide." And now, standing at the edge of Chelsea's massive pool party, watch...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that nervous flutter thing whenever Jackson's story appeared. Her iphone glowed with the familiar purple ring—meaning he'd posted ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The popular kids were already in the water, their laughter echoing across the blue water like somethi...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball cleats he'd worn since seventh season suddenly feeling foreign. The scouts in the bleachers weren't there for him anymore—not after the elb...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. That was the problem. After two hours of sleep and one disastrous DIY dye job, Maya's hair now registered somewhere on the spectrum between "...