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The padel court smelled like rubber and nervous sweat. I adjusted my bucket hat for the third time, trying to look like I belonged here, which I absolutely didn't. "You ready?" Ma...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers digging through the disaster that was formerly decent hair. Third day of freshman year, and already she'd managed to look like she'd wrestled...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was less of a triangle and more of a precarious Jenga tower that everyone pretended not to see. I had officially claimed my spot at the very bo...
Marcus stood at the edge of the Jacksons' pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The water sparkled with that impossibly blue tint that only existed in rich people's backyards,...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her back pocket, vibrating against the metal bleacher—probably another group chat blowing up about Tyler's party tonight. She ignored it, eyes fixed on the ...
The orange crushed velvet blazer seemed like a good idea when I bought it. Now, standing at the entrance of Chloe's end-of-summer blowout, I felt like a walking traffic cone. Every...
Jordan's ethernet cable lay frayed across the floor like a dead snake, another casualty of his younger brother's gaming rage. He sighed, scooping up the orange remnants of a Cheeto...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating — like, she could practically wring out her hands at this point. The summer carnival air hung thick with cotton candy sweetness and a...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had everything figured out. At the top sat the padel elite—kids whose parents had memberships at the country club, who walked around with racqu...
Marcus wasn't built for pool parties. He was built for hoodies, corners, and disappearing acts. But when Jenna texted her address, he'd thrown on his trunks like they were armor an...
I never thought I'd be spending my sixteenth birthday as the designated spy for Cabin 7, but here we were. Camp Wannaweep was already social warfare enough without me being recruit...
Marcus's heart hammered against his ribs as he leaned against the chain-link fence, watching Maya glide through the water like she was part liquid. The community pool sparkled unde...