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Marcus stood in the outfield, sweat already dripping down his back even though it was only 8 AM. The varsity baseball tryouts. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bi...
The country club parking lot was basically a luxury car dealership when Maya pulled up. Her dad's Honda stuck out like a sore thumb between the BMWs and Teslas. She grabbed her **i...
I stood frozen at the edge of the padel court, clutching my racket like a lifeline. This wasn't how I pictured my Saturday, but apparently, my mom's grand plan to "socialize me" in...
I pulled my baseball cap lower, basically disappearing into the brim. Classic social camouflage. "You're being weird again," Maya whispered beside me. "Just talk to him." "I'm no...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the sliced fruit like it was a peace offering. "It's got more **vitamin** C than oranges, honey. Your skin will glow." Maya st...
Marcus stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his baseball cap so the brim sat perfectly curved. Not too flat. Not too bent. Just right. "You look like you're about to rob a 7-El...
My lucky Dodgers hat sat crooked on my head, shielding eyes that wouldn't stop darting toward her. Maya leaned against the fence, phone in hand, probably scrolling TikTok while I a...
Maya's mom had gone full wellness-cult. Again. "It's not just spinach, honey. It's a nutrient-dense superfood blend," her mom chirped, sliding a green sludge across the counter. "...
Maya had earned her nickname the summer before freshman year, curled up on the bleachers during swim meets, watching but never joining. The other girls called her Cat—aloof, untouc...
Maya pulled her snapback lower, brim curved just enough to shadow her eyes without looking fake. The hat was her armor—a gray NY logo that said she could leave whenever she wanted....
Marcus stood at the edge of the diamond, his heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when he mattered. The baseball tryouts were tomorrow, and he hadn't picked up a ba...
The padel court smelled like expensive cologne and desperation. I adjusted my beanie, sweat already gathering underneath. This hat was my armor against the world—specifically, agai...