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Jake pulled his baseball cap low, trying to disappear into the bleachers. This was stupid—coming to the game alone, pretending he was part of the crowd when everyone else was in th...
Marcus stood in front of the mirror, turning his head side to side. The cowboy hat sat on his curls like a confused bird perched on the wrong branch. His sister's TikTok was alread...
Maya's legs shook as she stood at the edge of the diving board, twelve feet above the water. Below her, the entire sophomore class lounged around the pool—some tanning, some flirti...
The community pool on a Tuesday afternoon — basically social suicide. But Maya needed the hours for her lifeguard certification, and her cousin Jamar wouldn't stop dragging her to ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the group of juniors by the bleachers. Jordan was there, laughing at something ...
Maya's **hair** refused to cooperate, frizzing like it had a personal vendetta against her social life. She yanked a beanie **hat** low over her forehead—any lower and she'd look l...
Leo pulled the brim of his baseball cap lower, checking his reflection in the hallway mirror. Underneath that hat? A disaster. An absolute train wreck of bright orange hair—like, t...
Maya's fingers flew across her phone screen, third-row center seat of the cafeteria — her designated spying post. For three weeks, she'd been watching Marcus post that same cryptic...
Maya dragged herself through third period feeling like a straight-up **zombie**. Three hours of sleep because her neighbor decided 2 AM was prime time for a mariachi band session w...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his fitted cap, sliding deeper into the dugout shadow. This was ridiculous. He couldn't play baseball to save his life, but here he was, third base of t...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a movie where everyone already knew their lines except her. She clutched her schedule like a lifeline, adjusting the overs...
The humidity hung thick enough to taste as I stood against the wall of Sofia's backyard party, nursing a papaya smoothie I'd grabbed just to look busy. Fifteen and still somehow th...