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Maya's grip on the bat was sweaty, and not just because the air was thick with that heavy, storm-coming silence. The baseball diamonds behind the rec center were empty—everyone els...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actual embarrassing amounts. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, watching as Tyler—the bull in the china shop of high school so...
I stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching my borrowed racquet like it might explode. My cousin Chloe had promised padel was basically tennis, but easier—she failed to menti...
Maya's older cousin told her high school parties were basically social minefields, but this one felt different. Mostly because she was hiding behind the snack table, clutching a pa...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, doomscrolling through Instagram as she sat on the edge of the lounge chair. The summer pool party raged around her—kids from school l...
Marcus's first day at FoodMart wasn't supposed to involve this much chaos. His manager, Greg (who insisted everyone call him "G-Money"), had assigned him the exotic fruit section. ...
Maya stared at her sweating palms, mortified. Who gets nervous before a lunch table selection? It's just cafeteria food, not a presidential debate. "You good?" Marcus asked, nudgi...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her favorite skirt. She'd been crushing on Alex since seventh grade, and tonight? Finally. The party of the century at Jessica's house....
I felt like a total spy, lurking behind the bleachers in my oversized hoodie, watching Zara effortlessly spike that yellow ball across the padel court. She was the queen of the soc...
Marcus trudged toward the community pool, his limbs heavy and brain completely fried. Three days of finals had turned him into a certified zombie, operating on nothing but caffeine...
The cafeteria was a minefield, and Maya was currently stepping on one. Her so-called friend group had rotated without her, leaving her standing alone with her tray like a total los...
Maya stood by the snack table, nursing her anxiety like it was a fine wine. The papaya slices on the platter looked innocent enough, but everything about Tyler's end-of-summer pool...