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Maya's palms were straight-up sweating. She gripped her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbed through TikTok for the third time in five minutes, and tried to look like she belonged at Ta...
My phone buzzed against the bench. Third notification in two minutes. I wiped my palms on my shorts and grabbed my iPhone—Maya had posted a story from the party I wasn't invited to...
Jordan's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The livestream started in ten minutes and their hair was doing that thing again — that one piece that stuck up like a confused question mark n...
The chlorine stung my eyes, or maybe that was just exhaustion. Three weeks of summer, and I'd already mastered the zombie lifeguard look—pale skin, dark circles, the kind of dead-i...
I felt like a zombie walking into first period, running on three hours of sleep because doom-scrolling TikTok until 2 AM felt like a better idea than actually sleeping. The fluores...
The quinceañera was in full swing, and Leo was practically vibrating with anxiety next to the snack table. He adjusted his snapback for the fiftieth time, suddenly regretting letti...
Jordan stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling impossibly heavy in sweaty hands. The dog — old, golden retriever Barnaby — watched from behind the backstop, tail thumping aga...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time and wondered why she'd let Chloe talk her into coming to Tyler's party. Literall...
The neon green ball whizzed past my ear, missing my head by literally two inches. I'd never felt more alive — or more like I was about to puke. "You good, Maya?" Jordan called fro...
The pool shimmered like liquid turquoise, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips. At sixteen, summer parties were basically social minefields disguised as fun. "You coming in or w...
Maya pressed her phone against her forehead, wishing she could disappear. The group chat for Jordan's party was blowing up, and she still hadn't RSVP'd. Three years of high school,...
Marcus stood outside the community center, clutching his padel racket like it was a lifeline. First time at the new youth club, and already his stomach was doing backflips. His lit...