The Cat Called Strikeout
Jordan's phone buzzed. 'Baseball game today. U coming?' from Marcus, the friend Jordan had been trying to impress since moving to this school three months ago. Jordan didn't care a...
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Jordan's phone buzzed. 'Baseball game today. U coming?' from Marcus, the friend Jordan had been trying to impress since moving to this school three months ago. Jordan didn't care a...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be chill, but my social battery was already at 2% before I even stepped through the gate. Everyone looked so confident in their sw...
Maya's phone buzzed with another invitation to Jake's pool party—the third one this week. Everyone was going, obviously. But Maya? She was basically nocturnal at this point, hiding...
Maya smoothed her sundress for the tenth time, papaya-colored fabric swishing against her knees. The fruit itself sat innocently on the snack table—her mom's weird contribution to ...
Maya stood at the baseline of the padel court, her heart doing that nervous flutter thing it always did when people were watching. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting e...
The group chat blew up at 11:47 PM. Maya's iPhone lit up like lightning across her ceiling — that telltale flash that meant someone was typing something they shouldn't. Heart hamme...
Maya's mom had dropped her off at Tyler's house two hours ago with a warning about 'good choices' and a loaned leopard-print bucket hat that Maya was now regretting. The hat sat pe...
The trucker cap stayed on. Even in the pool. Even when the chlorine made the bill smell like chemical warfare. "Yo Dylan, you good?" Marcus called from the padel court. He was shi...
The orange stain on my favorite hoodie looked like a crime scene. Cheeto dust, probably from when Marcus demolished three bags during our failed attempt at studying for finals. "Y...
The pool party at Jessica's house was exactly the kind of social disaster Maya had been rehearsing in her head all week. She'd spent forty minutes perfecting her eyeliner and anoth...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she might actually slip right out of Kai's basement. The first real party of sophomore year, and she'd spent forty-five minutes hiding behind a p...
I stood at the edge of Maya's pool like it was a portal to another dimension—one I definitely wasn't ready for. Everyone else was already swimming, splashing, being confident and n...