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The problem with pool parties isn't the chlorine smell or the way your hair turns into seaweed afterward. It's the expectation that you're supposed to look good while flailing your...
The pool water hit my back like a frigid slap. Come on, it was August—why was I still shivering like a chihuahua? I surfaced, wiping chlorine from my eyes, and there he was. Caleb....
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, sweat already prickling his hairline. Gym class baseball. Again. The leather glove felt foreign on his left hand, like he was wearing someone e...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, adjusting the dad hat he'd borrowed from his older brother. It sat awkwardly on his head, but at least it covered the panic in his eye...
The problem with pool parties is that someone always ends up in the **water** wearing clothes they weren't supposed to. This time, that someone was me. I hadn't even wanted to com...
The lightning split the sky just as Maya's stream went dead. Perfect timing, honestly—she'd been mid-sentence about some dumb story from third period, and now her chat was probably...
Maya's palms were sweating through her emergency backup napkin. Again. "You good?" Jaz asked, chewing gum with her mouth open. "You look like you're about to barf." "I'm fine," M...
The social pyramid at Oakwood Country Club had three tiers: at the top, the padel players with their expensive racquets and perfect tans; in the middle, the lifeguards who pretende...
Maya's phone screen glowed in the darkness of her bedroom at 11:47 PM, Instagram reels flickering past like junk food for her brain. She was basically a **zombie** at this point—ru...
Maya's thumb hovered over the follow button for the third time tonight. The blue light from her phone illuminated her face in the dark bedroom, casting ghostly shadows that made he...
Marcus felt like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep after binge-watching The Walking Dead until 3 AM will do that to you. Now he stood at the edge of the baseball field, va...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid—literally. Someone had taped a diagram to the wall showing who sat where, and yeah, sophomore year was already exhausting enough witho...