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My palms were literally dripping as I gripped the padel racket, standing courtside at the Palm Springs Resort while Jake—the objectively hottest guy at junior tennis camp—adjusted ...
The backyard swam with chlorine and awkward tension. Leo clutched his towel like a shield, sixteen and terrified of the water because everyone would see him. See his skinny chest, ...
Leo's first week at Northwood High, he got recruited. Not for track, not for debate, but for something way more sus. "You look like someone who gets it," Kayla said at lunch, slid...
The goldfish bobbed against the plastic bag like it knew something I didn't. "You're actually gonna keep that thing?" Marcus asked, kicking his board against the rack. "Bro, that'...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizzy halo of doom that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. Which, okay, I had done that one time in third grade, bu...
The humidity at Miller's Padel Club was absolutely criminal. I stood there gripping my racket like my life depended on it, sweat dripping down my back while Jordan—the single most ...
I felt like a total creep, basically a trained **spy** the way I'd been lurking near the back of the cafeteria, stealing glances at where sat the boy I'd been crushing on since Sep...
Maya wasn't supposed to be at the pool party. Her parents had strictly forbidden it—something about her grades slipping and needing to focus. But when Jenna slid into her DMs with ...
The orange slice stuck to the roof of my mouth, staining my tongue the same color as the stupid jersey I'd been wearing since third grade. Baseball. The thing that was supposed to ...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his hands. Third time up. Third strike looming. The entire baseball team — his former teammates — watc...
Maya's sweaty **palm** hovered over the party invitation, her heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when social interaction loomed. Casa de Skylar. The social hierarc...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Sarah's end-of-summer party raged around her—laughter splashing against the backyard fence, bass thumping f...