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Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans—thrifted, obviously, because thrifting was basically her personality now—and checked her phone for the third time in ...
The baseball field was empty—just the way I liked it. Me and Leo had been coming here since seventh grade, back when the biggest problem in life was who got to be pitcher during do...
Maya slouched in the bleachers, baseball cap pulled low, letting the Friday night lights blur through tears. Her ex-best friend Sierra was laughing with the cool crowd three sectio...
The orange hoodie had seemed like a good idea this morning. Now, standing in the corner of Jordan's basement party, I felt like a traffic cone. A traffic cone holding a plastic bag...
The humidity in Florida hit different—like, actually oppressive. I stood at the fence watching the preppy kids play padel on the pristine courts behind the community center. They w...
The backyard shimmered with heat waves, July pressing down like a heavy blanket. Maya stood at the edge of the in-ground pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else wa...
Marco's palms were sweating so bad he could barely grip the locker combination. First day of freshman year, and already he'd managed to become the guy who dropped his tray in the c...
The alarm screamed at 3:45 AM. Again. Maya groaned, slapped her phone silent, and rolled out of bed. Her legs still burned from yesterday's practice, but the thought of facing *he...
Marcus stopped running when his chest felt like it might actually explode. Three miles into his morning jog—a routine he'd started after his mom bought those disgusting orange gumm...
Leo stood at shortstop, sweat trickling down his spine under the brutal afternoon sun. Baseball tryouts were happening, and his stomach was doing gymnastics that would've impressed...
Leo's lungs burned as he rounded the track for the third time, his running shoes slapping the rubber in a rhythm that matched his panic. Tryouts were tomorrow, and his best friend ...
The pyramid of red Solo cups towered precariously on Jordan's kitchen counter, monuments to a party she wasn't sure she wanted to host. Her parents had left for the weekend—classic...