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My hair was doing that thing again—frizzing up like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. I smoothed it down for the millionth time, my palms sweating so bad I could practicall...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water plants with them. House parties weren't exactly my jam—I was more of a 'anime in bed with snacks' kind of guy. But when Maya...
The ethernet cable lay coiled like a dead snake on my floor, mocking me. "Leo, you alive?" Jordan's voice cracked through my Discord at 3:47 AM. "Your character's standing there l...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even reached the pool deck — that sharp, chemical scent that screamed 'summer' in the most aggressively mediocre way possible. I clutched my towe...
The goldfish—Bubbles, because originality wasn't my strong suit—stared at me through the glass like I was the interesting one. Typical. "Bro, you've been wearing that shirt for tw...
Maya scrolled through her iPhone for the third consecutive hour, her thumb moving on autopilot like she was some kind of social media zombie. The blue light painted her face in the...
Maya stood at the edge of Chloe's pool party, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The California sun blazed down, turning the pool water into this blinding, sparkling th...
The cowboy hat perched on my head like a statement I wasn't sure I was ready to make. "You're actually wearing that?" Maya asked, her best friend eyes wide. "To Tyler's party?" ...
The summer between sophomore and junior year, I started an underground business. My parents thought I was spending my days at the library. In reality, I was the self-proclaimed Cab...
The water was supposed to fix everything. At least, that's what Maya had promised when she invited me to her legendary end-of-summer pool party. "Just come, Leo. You'll have fun. P...
Leo stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his grip. Third inning, two outs, bases loaded—the kind of moment they make movies about. But this wasn't a movie. This was Friday...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the fluorescent lights doing her zero favors. First day of sophomore year, and she'd already committed the ultimate crime: wea...