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The fairground spun with neon lights and cotton candy vapor, but Leo's stomach was doing backflips that had nothing to do with the Tilt-A-Whirl. He'd been crushing on Maya since se...
The neighborhood pool was the undisputed capital of our summer kingdom. That's where Jordan held court, every strand of wet-dark hair perfectly placed, every laugh calibrated to ma...
The party was already mid-tier when I spotted Jordan across the room, sporting that ridiculous fisherman's hat that somehow made him look cool. He was my oldest friend, but lately ...
Leo pulled his **baseball** cap lower, brim curved exactly how Chase wore his. The bathroom mirror showed a freshman trying desperately to look like he belonged at Tyler's end-of-s...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she thought she might actually drop her phone into the **pool**. That would be peak embarrassment—right next to spilling Fanta on Tyler's white Jo...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen again. 2:47 AM. She knew better. Her mom would kill her if she caught her spying on Jordan's Instagram for the third night in a row. But there ...
I hadn't touched a baseball since seventh grade, but somehow I found myself standing on the varsity diamond, cleats sinking into clay. Tryouts. Because clearly, my sophomore year n...
Chloe's mom had dropped the biggest bomb ever at dinner: they were moving from Portland to some town in Oregon where the biggest event was the annual County Fair. "It'll be charmin...
My vintage corduroy hat was the only thing giving me confidence as I walked into the homecoming dance. Junior year was supposed to be my glow-up era, but so far it was mostly me ov...
The week started with a cable. "Marcus, move!" Lena yelled, yanking the charging cable from my laptop. I'd fallen asleep streaming again, and now my screen was dead black. Picture...
The hat was my mom's idea, obviously. A fedora, because nothing says "cool confident teenager" like a fedora from TJ Maxx. I was fourteen, navigating the treacherous waters of fres...
Maya had been running for three years straight — not physically, though she'd joined the track team freshman year to make it look convincing. No, she was running from herself, from...