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Maya's legs burned as she kept running, each footfall on the wet pavement sending shockwaves up her shins. Cross-country practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but she couldn't sto...
Maya's cheeks burned as she trudged toward the baseball diamond, clutching the gallon jug of water like it was a lifeline. First week as freshman team manager, and she'd already ma...
The neon orange bikini practically glowed against my pasty skin—a total rookie mistake for someone trying to go unnoticed at Jordan Simmons' pool party. I'd spent three weeks avoid...
Maya's palms were sweating again. She wiped them on her jeans, careful not to let anyone notice. Across the cafeteria, Jordan laughed at something her best friend said, tossing her...
Maya stood at the edge of the in-ground **pool**, clutching her towel like a security blanket. Tyler's annual summer bash. The invite had said 'casual' but everyone looked magazine...
Jordan's cleats clicked against the concrete as he walked toward tryouts, stomach doing backflips. Freshman year. Baseball team. The social pyramid at Creekwood High was basically ...
I was officially in **zombie** mode—eyes crusty, brain foggy, surviving on three hours of sleep and pure anxiety. Today was the **baseball** championship. The one that mattered. Th...
Marcus stood at the edge of the diamond, his baseball cleats digging into the dirt like they were trying to escape. Tryouts were tomorrow, and his best friend since third grade, Ja...
Maya adjusted her hair—the orange streak she'd begged her mom to let her dye was finally settling in, though her little brother kept calling her Creamsicle. She stood in front of t...
The braces were supposed to come off next month. Just in time for sophomore year, when everything would finally be different. Instead, I was hiding in the bathroom at Tyler's part...
The blister on my palm throbbed as I gripped the bat. I wasn't even supposed to be here — I was a track guy, 400-meter dashes, not this slow-motion chess game that made parents los...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even clocked in. Another summer guarding the community pool, watching kids cannonball while I sat on the elevated chair like some awkward sentent...