Second Serve Sunday
The pool water shimmered like liquid diamonds, but I was too busy hyperventilating to notice. My first real party. The Andersons' annual end-of-summer bash. Everyone who was anyone...
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The pool water shimmered like liquid diamonds, but I was too busy hyperventilating to notice. My first real party. The Andersons' annual end-of-summer bash. Everyone who was anyone...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was currently trapped inside what Chloe proudly called "The Pillo...
The cafeteria's orange vinyl booths were basically death sentences for your social life, and today? I got assigned to one. Next to Him. Mateo—aka the Sphinx of sophomore year—sat ...
The first week of July, I landed what I thought would be the most cringe summer job ever: working at the rec center's baseball camp for third graders. Coach Miller called me his 'a...
The pool party was already mid-level awkward when Jada spotted me standing alone by the snack table, clutching a red plastic cup like it was my only personality trait. I'd spent fo...
The iphone buzzed in my pocket like a nervous hornet. Third time from Jordan. Probably wanted his hoodie back—the one I'd "accidentally" kept since October. But tonight wasn't abou...
The backyard shimmered with enough blue to drown in—literally. I stood at the edge of Katie's above-ground pool, my toes curled against the hot concrete, while half our grade splas...
Freshman year hit me like a fastball to the face. I'd spent all summer practicing my pitching, thinking maybe if I made the baseball team, I'd automatically level up in the social ...
The text bubbles popped up on my iPhone screen like judgmental little ghosts. "Pool party @ Jake's!!! U coming??" — Maya "Ya! B there in 10 😎" — Me The lie sat heavy in my stoma...
Marcus stood outside Jordan's house, clutching the Ethernet cable like a lifeline. His cousin had sworn this house party would be "lowkey chill" — which, translated from teenager t...
I'd been the starting shortstop since eighth grade, baseball practically running through my veins. But this spring, something felt different. Maybe it was watching Maya across the ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her heart doing gymnastics. The Taylor's annual summer party. Every popular kid from school was here, and here she was, having promised Jake she...