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Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling heavier than it should. The entire sophomore class was watching—well, the cute half of it, anyway. Chloe was in the front row, p...
The pool shimmered like liquid stage lights—every dip and splash felt performative. Kai stood at the edge, clutching his phone like a lifeline. Sixth month into sophomore year and ...
I showed up to Maya's house party feeling like a total zombie. Thanks, finals week. Four hours of sleep will do that to you. The party was already lit—base rattling the windows, p...
Leo's palms were sweating so bad he could barely grip his phone. He'd been vibing with Maya since third period—Spanish class seating arrangements were finally paying off—but now it...
The vitamin gummy bottle sat on my bathroom counter like a judgmental orange pyramid. Mom had bought them because apparently, at fifteen, I was practically withering away without e...
Maya's phone buzzed with the text she'd been waiting three days for: *pool party @ lexi's. midnight. dont be lame.* She stared at her swimsuit, the black one-piece she'd bought be...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizzy halo that announced to the entire world that humidity was my personal enemy. I stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping my racqu...
Marcus stared at his screen, heart hammering like he'd just chugged three expired energy drinks. In twenty minutes, he'd be going live with his first real stream — not just to his ...
Maya stood at the edge of Jordan's backyard party, clutching her red Solo cup like a lifeline. As a freshman, this was her first real high school party, and she felt painfully out ...
Maya pulled her dad's old fishing **hat** down over her ears, the brim shielding her from judgment—or at least from having to make eye contact with the seniors crowding the hallway...
Maya's mom had gone full helicopter on her hair before the party, straightening it until it hung like silk curtains around her face. 'You look sophisticated,' she'd said, but Maya ...
My hair was supposed to be sunset orange. That was the plan. But the box said 'tangerine dream' and the mirror said 'traffic cone nightmare.' "You look... bold," Maya said, barel...