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Marcus's hair was doing that thing again — that awkward half-curl, half-frizz situation that happened every time humidity hit eighty percent. He stood in front of the bathroom mirr...
I never meant to become a spy. It just kind of happened, like how you accidentally become the person who always carries the group's water bottle at parties. It started last Tuesda...
The carnival lights blurred through the grease-smeared lens of my iPhone camera as I stood outside the gym doors. Eighth grade formal. The night my entire social survival strategy ...
The charging cable was supposed to be my lifeline, but instead it lay there like a dead snake on Maya's bedroom floor. My phone had died at exactly 8:47 PM during what was supposed...
Maya's volleyball cap sat low over her eyes, but she still felt exposed. The padel court at the Palm Springs Resort gleamed under the desert sun, and somewhere along the social pyr...
The cable guy was still wrestling with the wires behind our TV when I heard the commotion outside. Living in the suburbs, you don't exactly expect to see a full-grown bull charging...
I felt like a **zombie** most of that summer—dragging myself through the humidity, phone screen my only light. Mom kept signing me up for stuff to 'get me out of the house.' That's...
I caught myself spying on Maya's Instagram again. Third time tonight. Her story showed her at Jake's pool party—everyone laughing, cannonballing, living their best lives while I sa...
I spent forty-five minutes on my hair before Maya's pool party. Forty-five. Only to have it ruined the second I hit the water. "You good, Riley?" Liam asked, floating nearby with ...
Maya stood by the pool, the smell of chlorine stinging her eyes. Tryouts in twenty minutes. Her stomach did that thing where it felt like a thousand tiny goldfish were swimming lap...
Leo's been **running** from his feelings for Maya since October, which honestly tracks — his emotional maturity peaked in seventh grade. But today, in the cafeteria, everything cha...
Leo felt like a **zombie**. Not the cool Netflix kind with dramatic makeup and tragic backstory, but the exhausted, I-got-four-hours-of-sleep-because-I-stayed-up-watching-tiktoks k...