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Maya dragged herself through the double doors of the Pineview Community Center, feeling like a total **zombie** after pulling an all-nighter to finish her AP Euro essay. Summer lif...
Kai's hair was doing that thing again—that stubborn cowlick at the back that refused to be tamed, no matter how much product he dumped on it. Not that it mattered. The entire sopho...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, because she was currently standing in front of the school's annual Fall Festival ...
Monday morning hit me like a freight train. I'd been up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches, my eyes glazed over, functioning on pure adrenaline and the terrible lighting in my bedr...
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...