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Dempsey's Pool Hall smelled like old smoke and chlorine, the weird combo only happening because the indoor swimming center shared a wall. Maya leaned over the felt table, silver bu...
Maya stood at the edge of the concrete deck, toes curling against the rough surface. The pool glittered below like something from a Instagram post she'd double-tapped but never act...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Jake was blowing up her DMs again. "u coming 2 the game?? 🙄" She stared at the screen. The varsity baseball game. Senior ...
The padel court baked in the afternoon heat, the kind that makes your shoes squeak and your grip slick with sweat. Maya adjusted her ponytail for the third time, hyper-aware that J...
Alex stood at the edge of Crystal Lake, toes curled into the rough wooden dock. Sunset painted the water in streaks of orange and pink, but all he could think about was how much he...
Leo's baseball cap sat pulled low, shielding eyes that refused to meet anyone's gaze. The Mustangs were down by three, bottom of the ninth, and somewhere in the stands, his crush w...
I stood by the Solo cups, desperately trying to look like I belonged at Jessica's party. My phone buzzed — Mom asking when I'd be home. Cringe. I shoved it deep in my pocket before...
Jordan's dad dropped the bomb at dinner: no WiFi at the lake house. Just like that, Jordan's entire social life went offline. "You'll survive," his dad said, like Jordan wasn't ab...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her ripped skinny jeans. Which was gross, but also completely justified considering she was about to have her palm read by ...
The stuffed bear sat on Maya's dashboard like it belonged there—which was exactly the problem. I'd won it for her at the spring fair two months ago, back when I thought grand gestu...
My curls were already betraying me by seventh period on Friday. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the diffuser that morning, coaxing my natural texture into something resembling de...
Maya stared at the mirror, fingers tangling in frizzy curls that refused to cooperate with the expensive mousse her mom had bought. The first day of sophomore year and her hair had...