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My palms were literally dripping as I clutched my iphone behind the chain-link fence. For three weeks, I'd been basically a professional spy at this point, watching the padel court...
The goldfish peered at me through the plastic bag, its mouth opening and closing like it had something important to say. Probably that my life was officially mid. 'You're not actu...
The bonfire crackled, sending sparks toward a sky full of stars. Everyone from school was there — the first real party of freshman year — and I was hiding behind a tree, hyperventi...
Maya's phone buzzed with three incoming texts from the group chat. "u coming to jace's party??" "riley's gonna be there 🦊" "plz say yes we need u" Maya groaned into her pillow. H...
Leo stood in the concession stand line, palms sweating so much he practically left puddles. Three years of crushing on Jasmine, and today was finally the day he'd talk to her. Natu...
The party was already dead when Marcus arrived, and the ridiculous fedora on his head wasn't helping. Anyone could see that _hat_ was three sizes too big, sliding down his forehead...
Max's navy beanie was basically a security blanket. Without it, they felt naked — like, full-on vulnerability montage in a teen movie kind of way. The hat had survived three school...
The chlorine hit me first—that sharp, chemical scent that meant summer in the suburbs. I stood by the **pool** fence, clutching my **iPhone** like a lifeline. Maya was inside, prob...
Maya's mom dropped the orange bottle on the kitchen counter like it was absolute. "You need these vitamins. You've been looking tired." Maya rolled her eyes so hard it actually h...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she clutched her baseball glove. Varsity tryouts. Finally. The dugout smelled like stale sunflower seeds and teenage anxiety — a combo she'd never g...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The Scotts' annual summer bash. Everyone who was anyone from Jefferson High ...
The lifeguard's whistle cut through my awkward attempt at a cannonball. I emerged from the pool's chlorinated depths, slicking back wet hair like I was some kind of teen movie prot...