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Bear. That was the name my dad had called me since I was, like, five. Not because I was tough, but because I was constantly 'growling' about something. Now, fifteen and trying to r...
My summer lasted exactly three seconds. That's how long it took for me to realize that the Brighton Country Club padel courts were basically a runway for kids whose parents paid mo...
Maya's first official assignment as a self-appointed social spy: infiltrate Zach's lunch table and gather intel on whether he'd actually say yes if Chloe finally worked up the nerv...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, the fluorescent lighting harsh and unforgiving. The haircut was supposed to be a subtle layer job, maybe some face-framing pieces. Instead, sh...
5 AM practices turned me into a certified zombie. I mean, literally dragging myself out of bed while the sky was still that weird purple-gray color, eyes barely open, shuffling to ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad her iPhone kept slipping. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, staring at Leo—the Leo, aka "Fox" because of that sly grin and the way h...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically fill a water bottle. This was it—her first date with Kai, the cute junior who'd finally noticed her after months of her str...
The lightning flashed outside the gymnasium windows, illuminating everything in this stark, weird strobe effect that made my hands look like they were vibrating. Which, honestly, t...
I felt like a total spy, lurking behind my locker door, watching Jasmine laugh with her friends. My iPhone clutched tight, Instagram feed refreshed for the tenth time. Three months...
I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my dad's old Yankees hat like it was a life raft. The chlorine smell hit me first, then the laughter — that distinct, exclusive sound of ...
They called me Fox because of my hair—the color of rust, always sticking up like I'd just rolled out of bed. Mom said it was my "signature look," which was exactly the kind of thin...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the concrete, heart hammering like he'd just struck out in the bottom of the ninth. The July heat wave had everyone at Tyl...