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Marcus stood at the edge of the baseball diamond, watching Jake crush another home run during practice. The sound of the bat connecting with the ball echoed like thunder, and every...
I was running on pure panic, clutching my dad's prized vitamin D supplements like they'd save me from what I'd just done. The bull—a literal mechanical one at the county fair—was s...
The pool water tasted like regret and chlorine. Maya surfaced, gasping, as Coach Dave's voice cut through the humidity. "Lane 4, you're dragging again. What's going on out there?" ...
The iPhone clutched in my hand was practically glued to my palm—my social lifeline in a sea of people I didn't know. My brother's country club pool party.kill me now. I sat on the...
Leo's iPhone vibrated for the third time in five minutes. Instagram stories from the padel tournament — everyone posting sweaty selfies and victory pics. Meanwhile, he was stuck at...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She rubbed them on her jeans, trying to look chill as she stood in Jenna's crowded living room, surrounded by sophomore boys she'd b...
My palms were literally sweating through my grip on the padel racquet. I'd never even *heard* of padel until Maya invited me to her country club's summer tournament, and suddenly I...
Maya stood in right field, glove practically weightless on her hand, praying the ball wouldn't come her way. She'd agreed to join the baseball team because Tyler said he liked girl...
I never should've let Maya talk me into coming to this party. The bass from someone's Bluetooth speaker vibrated through my chest as I stood in the corner of Jake's backyard, nursi...
Maya's hands were sweating, literally droplets collecting in her **palm**s as she clutched her phone. The pool party. The one everyone would be at. Including Jake. The guy she'd be...
The baseball diamond stretched before me like a promise I wasn't sure I could keep. First varsity game, and my stomach was doing gymnastics that would've qualified for the Olympics...
Lily wasn't proud of it, but she'd basically become a professional social media spy since June started. Her target: Emma, the new girl who'd transferred from London and somehow mad...