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Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his sweaty hands. The entire varsity team watched from the dugout—his brother's old team, his father's ...
Maya's hair decided to betray her on the worst possible day—picture day, naturally. She'd spent forty-five minutes attempting to tame her curls into something resembling order, but...
The baseball cap was my armor. Pulled low, it created a shadow where I could hide, which was exactly what I needed when Jake Miller and his varsity jacket crew walked by the bleach...
The invite to Carter's end-of-summer bash had been sitting in my DMs for three days. Carter, whose backyard pool was basically legendary among incoming freshmen, had invited ME. Th...
Maya stood against the kitchen island, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The house party swirled around her — bass thumping through the floorboards, laughter spill...
Maya's fork pushed the soggy spinach around her tray like it was radioactive waste. "You gonna eat that or just traumatize it?" Jace slid onto the bench across from her, dropping ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High wasn't built with stone—it was constructed with solo cups, cheap sunglasses, and whoever's parents were out of town. And right now, at Jessica'...
Maya's spiral curls were basically her entire personality. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting the bounce that morning, armed with her $45 conditioner and an unreasonable amo...
Marcus stood outside Jordan's house, heart basically doing jumping jacks in his chest. This was it — first real house party, no parents, actual social currency on the line. He'd sp...
Chloe's aunt bought her a padel racket for her birthday because apparently that's what sporty people play now. The problem was, Chloe had never held a racket in her life, and every...
Marcus stood in front of his bedroom mirror, adjusting the fedora his cousin had given him. It was too big, tilting awkwardly over his eyebrows, but he needed every bit of confiden...
I looked like a zombie. No joke — actual undead. My concealer was doing overtime under my eyes, but nothing could hide the fact I'd spent all night overthinking whether Josh would ...