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Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his hands. The old chain-link backstop loomed behind him, a spiderweb of rust that had seen better days...
Maya's iPhone clattered onto the concrete, sliding right through the chain-link fence and into the bullpen. Of course. The one day she finally worked up the nerve to talk to him—th...
Maya's sweaty **palm** pressed against her phone case, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when Jake was within a fifty-foot radius. She was currently wearing a buc...
I'm crouched behind the mess hall at twelve minutes past midnight, my heart hammering like I've just downed three energy shots. Jordan dared me to "spy" on the senior counselors' s...
Maya's phone buzzed. *Want to come over?* — the text from Jordan, who she'd been calling her best friend since kindergarten, even though lately they felt more like strangers who so...
"Yo, I'm not trying to steal your luck—" "Just wear it, Jordan," Mateo laughed. "Besides, it matches your fit." Jordan adjusted the hat, feeling ridiculous but also... different?...
My dad called them brain vitamins, popping two orange tablets into my palm every morning since third grade. For my brain, he'd say, like they'd magically fix whatever made me diffe...
The pool deck shimmered with heat waves, but inside, Leo's stomach felt like ice. He adjusted his orange swim trunks—hand-me-downs from his cousin that were somehow still too loose...
I felt like a zombie walking into Jake's backyard. Literally. My skin was practically gray from months of winter, and I was moving at about half-speed because I'd spent the last th...
Maya was currently running on three hours of sleep and an unholy amount of anxiety. Tonight was the night – junior year's first official rager, and she was finally invited. Sort of...
The baseball bat felt like a foreign object in my hands—heavy, awkward, basically a weapon I had no idea how to use. I was standing at home plate during tryouts, surrounded by guys...
I walked into the community center feeling like actual zombie roadkill. Three hours of sleep. Three. Thanks to my brain deciding 2 AM was the perfect time to replay every embarrass...