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Marcus's palms were sweating through his batting gloves. Again. "You good, rook?" Tyler called from the dugout, varsity jacket slung perfect-casual over one shoulder. Tyler with ...
The hat was everything. Jake's lucky backwards cap, the one with the frayed brim and mysterious stain from last summer's beach disaster. Without it, he was just Jake—quiet, average...
Maya stabbed at the spinach on her plate, her phone face-down beside her untouched dinner. Across the table, her mom was in full lecture mode about 'nutrient-dense foods' and 'fuel...
The orange crush can sat on the edge of the pool table, sweating beads of condensation like I was sweating the entire situation. Jackson's house. Friday night. The kind of party th...
Marcus adjusted his snapback, pulling the brim lower. The hat was his armor against everything—the fluorescent lights of the water park, the way Jessica's laugh carried across the ...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway feeling like a literal zombie. Finals week had turned her brain into mush, and she was running on three hours of sleep and an iced c...
Maya's legs burned as she kept **running**, each breath ragged in the humid afternoon air. Cross-country tryouts at Lincoln High — her chance to finally escape the bottom of the so...
Maya's iphone trembled in her hands like a leaf in a storm as she read the latest message from Jordan in the group chat: 'nice outfit, loser. did you get dressed in the dark? again...
The text came at 3:47 PM: "pool party @ Jake's. u coming??" I stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. Jake's parties were legendary—kids from three different high ...
Leo's dad had been the varsity baseball star back in '98, which meant Leo had zero choice about spring sports. Tryouts were mandatory, expectations were high, and the entire coachi...
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...