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The baseball sat perfectly on the tee, and I knew this was my moment. Freshman year, and I'd finally worked up the nerve to join the team. My best friend Maya stood behind the back...
I stood by the kitchen island, nursing my warm orange soda like it was the most interesting thing on Earth. Morgan's house party raged around me — bass thumping through the floorbo...
My palms were sweating through my baseball grip, which was honestly pathetic considering I was just standing in the dugout, not even up to bat. But that's what happens when Maya Ro...
Maya had perfected the art of being invisible at Creekwood High. She wasn't bullied or ignored—she just occupied that middle ground where you're friendly with everyone but close to...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans—third time in two minutes—because across the dugout, Lana was laughing at something Chad said, and that laugh hit Ma...
Maya's vintage baseball cap sat tilted just right—she'd spent twenty minutes perfecting the angle. Tonight was the night. Jake Morrison, who'd barely acknowledged her existence sin...
Leo tugged the brim of his dad's vintage fedora lower, wishing he could disappear into the punch bowl. Spring Fling. The words alone made his stomach do backflips. "Hey, Leo!" May...
Maya's summer job as a pool attendant was supposed to be easy money and prime opportunities to stare at Kai, the cute lifeguard who smelled like coconut sunscreen and chaos. Instea...
The thing about having a **friend** like Mateo is that he makes everything look effortless—especially when it's absolutely not. "Dude, just hit the ball," he yelled across the **p...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The last place she wanted to be was at Jessica's end-of-summer pool party, but her mom had insisted...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like a neon orange alien, completely out of place among the pizza and mystery meat tacos. I'd brought it because my wellness-obsessed aunt sai...
The carnival goldfish bowl sat on Maya's nightstand, its single orange occupant staring at her with what she swore was judgment. She'd won it playing ring toss, which was objective...