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Leo's first mistake was letting Maya talk him into open court day at the rec center. 'Everyone's playing padel now,' she'd said, like that explained why he—clutch coordinator, deba...
The baseball uniform hung in my closet like a ghost of who I used to be. JV varsity jacket, team cap, the whole deal. Mom still called me her 'little pitcher,' even though I hadn't...
The pool party was supposed to be chill, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips. She stood by the edge in her new bikini, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM ov...
The first time I saw Jordan, I was literally a zombie. Two hours of sleep, courtesy of 3 AM doom-scrolling, will do that to you. I dragged myself to Tyler's pool party feeling like...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a kiddie pool. She clutched her phone against her chest like it was the last life raft on the Titanic, watching from th...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The graduation party raged around her—sophomores attempting backflips, seniors playing beer pong with Keyst...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The house party of the year was in full swing, and she was seriously considering ghosting before anyone not...
The track stretched before me like a sentence I didn't want to finish, all rubber and heat and the smell of hot asphalt. Coach Martinez's voice echoed across the surface, practical...
Maya walked through the hallway like a zombie, her backpack dragging behind her, eyes half-open, brain operating at approximately 12% capacity. Three hours of sleep because TikTok ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim, which was basically her brand now. Whenever Jordan glanced her way in homeroom, h...
Chloe's iphone trembled in her hand as she opened Instagram. Third screenshot this week of her ex with Jessica—the girl who'd somehow climbed the social pyramid from theater geek t...
The chlorine-heavy **water** stung my eyes as I resurfaced, gasping. Another lap down. Another meaningless afternoon at the community pool where I'd landed a summer job purely beca...