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Marcus's first week as freshman backup catcher was going great—right up until the spinach incident. It started with Julia, the junior varsity shortstop who actually knew his name....
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, the blue light washing over her face in the dim corner of the locker room. Her new iphone 15—still pristine, no scratches yet—showed twelve no...
The baseball game dragged into the seventh inning, and I was mentally calculating how many more times I'd have to fake interest in my little brother's Little League career. The air...
Maya's fingers trembled as she stared at the box. Her parents had finally caved — after months of 'but everyone else has one!' and 'I'm literally the only freshman without a phone!...
I knew something was up when Jake stopped replying to my texts. All summer, he'd been hanging at the community pool where the varsity baseball team practiced, practically living in...
The water in the school fountain looked questionable at best, but Maya was desperate. Third period gym had nearly killed her, and the AC was broken. Again. "You gonna drink that o...
Jordan's thumb hovered over the screen, checking Instagram for the fifteenth time. No new posts. No response. The iPhone felt heavy in their hand, like a digital anchor dragging th...
Pool parties at Tyler's house were the social event of the summer, and somehow, I'd actually been invited. Me: Luna, the girl who once accidentally called her teacher "mom" in fron...
Maya adjusted her rotting flesh makeup in the bathroom mirror, the latex peeling at the edges. Senior year homecoming week and she'd volunteered to be a zombie for the charity 5K. ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red plastic cup like a lifeline. Junior year social dynamics were basically a pyramid scheme, and she'd invested zero emotio...
Leo was absolutely spiraling. In twenty minutes, Maya—the actual Maya who sat three rows back in AP Bio and wrote poetry in the margins of her notes—would be at his house. And he w...
The bull in our padel match wasn't an animal — it was Marcus, the sophomore whose serve could crack concrete. I'd transferred to Ridgeview three weeks ago, and somehow got roped in...