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Marcus stood behind the counter at Sal's Pizzeria, wrist-deep in spinach artichoke dip. His shift had started three hours ago, and his hands still smelled like garlic and desperati...
I'd been running for three years—cross country, track, away from awkward conversations, and sometimes toward Maya Rivera's locker just to catch a glimpse of her smile. "Hey, Fox!"...
The pool wasn't actually that deep, but it felt like it. Especially with Madison Rodriguez standing three feet away, looking like she'd just walked off a TikTok feed and into Jake'...
Maya pressed her back against the kitchen island, heart hammering like she'd just run a 5K. She was technically at Jordan's party to "socialize," but mostly she was spying. Not in ...
Maya gripped the baseball bat like it owed her money. The chambray shirt she'd spent twenty minutes ironing was already sticking to her back, and she could feel the papaya juice fr...
The mascot head smelled like three years of middle school sweat and bad decisions, but I pulled it on anyway. Being the school bear meant free admission to games, sure, but it also...
Marcus stood at the plate, bat trembling in his hands like a dying leaf. The summer humidity stuck his jersey to his back, and somewhere beyond the blinding stadium lights, he coul...
Maya's sneakers slammed against the track, each footfall a reminder that she was dead last again. Running was supposed to be her thing—her dad had been a star athlete, her coach ke...
The first day of sophomore year at Ridgewood High, and Maya was already regretting her life choices. Specifically, the ridiculous oversized bucket hat her aunt swore was "peak vint...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she stood in front of Kai's bathroom mirror. The party downstairs was bumping—she could hear bass vibrating through the floorboards—and she w...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, practically disappearing into the oversized hat. First high school party. Worst idea ever. "You look like you're hiding from a sphinx," said a v...
Marcus stood at home plate, the **baseball** bat feeling slick in his sweating palms. Sixth inning. Two outs. Bases loaded. The entire school was watching—or at least that's how it...