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The goldfish bag was sweating against my leg, probably because I'd been standing in the sun for forty-five minutes while Ryan pitched another strikeout. "You gonna put that down?"...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her darkened bedroom. 3:47 AM. She shouldn't be doing this. Seriously, who sneakily checks their crush's Instag...
The social pyramid at Lincoln Middle School had been established way before I showed up freshman year. At the top? Derek McAllister—varsity baseball captain, owner of a pickup truc...
I felt like a total zombie. Twelve hours of summer baseball camp will do that to you—especially when Coach Miller decides today's the day for extra batting practice. My arms were j...
Maya's first week as a lifeguard at the Ridgemont Community Pool was not going according to plan. For starters, her crushJake was literally everywhere, emerging from the water like...
The country club pool shimmered like something out of a lifestyle I'd definitely never afford, which was exactly why working as a pool boy this summer felt like entering an alterna...
The backyard hummed with music and laughter, but Maya stood frozen at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging her nose. Everyone else was already **swimming** — Jordan doing ca...
The Padel Club smelled like expensive deodorant and second chances. I stood there gripping my borrowed racquet, my palms sweating through my headband. This was it—my shot at finall...
Maya's hair always looked perfect. Even after ninety minutes on the padel court, those caramel waves bounced like she'd just stepped out of a salon, while mine resembled a hurrican...
My hair was purple. Not subtle, I-dyed-it-for-attention purple, but screaming-purple, like someone had dropped a grape bomb on my head. Mom had freaked. Dad had just stared over hi...
Leo's mom called him her little fox—clever, quick, always one step ahead. But at sixteen, being clever didn't stop his hands from sweating whenever Maya walked into AP Chemistry. S...
Monday morning hit like a freight train, and honestly? I was pretty sure I was operating on three percent battery. My mom stood at the counter, slamming a bright orange **vitamin**...