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The backyard hummed with that specific kind of Friday night energy—chlorine and cheap perfume, bass thumping from someone's phone speaker, the nervous laughter of people trying too...
Marcus pressed his back against the locker room wall, heart hammering like he'd just finished a lap instead of merely existing near the pool area. The annual summer swim party at J...
My hair has always been my security blanket. Which is why, standing at the edge of the **pool** at Jake's party, I suddenly wished I'd brought a **hat**. Any hat. Even my little br...
The spinach leaf stuck between my front teeth felt like a flashing neon sign announcing my loser status to the entire cafeteria. I'd spent forty minutes crafting the perfect 'casua...
Marcus stood in the produce aisle of Food-4-Less, staring at the mountain of papayas like they held the secrets to his entire existence. His phone buzzed in his pocket — probably S...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Like, it was actively working against her. Spring formal was in two hours, and she'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz explosion t...
The hat was stupid. Dad's old fishing hat, frayed at the brim, smelling like lake water and poor decisions. But Jax wore it anyway, pulled low over his eyes like armor against the ...
I'd been a zombie all week—three tests, a breakup text that felt like a gut punch, and my mom asking if I'd "considered" community college. What even was that supposed to mean? No...
I'd been running from myself since seventh grade. Okay, that sounds dramatic — let me rephrase. I'd been strategically avoiding anything that might expose me as the most uncoordina...
Maya's thumbs were basically vibrating at this point. Her iPhone screen lit up for the hundredth time—*pool party @ Jake's, 7pm. bring swimsuit!!!*—and she felt that familiar knot ...
The sweat pooling in my palm wasn't just nerves—it was a full-on emergency. "You good, Maya?" Jazz asked, practically vibrating beside me at the edge of the pool. I wasn't good. ...
The sky cracked open like someone had taken a baseball bat to a cloud. Lightning split the darkness right as my iPhone buzzed in my pocket. "You coming?" read the text from Maya, ...