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Maya's black fedora wasn't just a hat — it was armor. First week at Northwood High, and she'd already mastered the art of cafeteria reconnaissance. Position herself near the vendi...
Marcus's orange swim trunks hung limp over the chair, a constant reminder of the summer he'd almost drowned at Miller's Pond when he was twelve. Now at sixteen, he was back at the ...
Maya's hair had always been her safety blanket. Waist-length, thick, the kind that people stopped her in the hallway to touch. But today, standing in her bathroom with scissors she...
I never meant to be the creepy guy. But somehow, I'd become exactly that—the guy who knew things. Every day during lunch, I'd sit under the oak tree with Max, my golden retriever-...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her heart pounding like it might explode right out of her chest. The sectional finals were in ten minutes, and she was seriously considering jus...
Maya's stomach did that stupid flip thing every time she saw him at the **padel** court. Jake. With his messy dark hair and that way he laughed like he didn't care who was watching...
Maya's hair was doing that thing it always did when she was nervous—frizzing out like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, even though she'd spent forty minutes with the...
My phone died at 9:47 PM—the worst possible timing. Alexa's party was finally getting good, and there I was, tethered to the wall outlet like some kind of technological prisoner, m...
Maya's palms were already sweating before she even stepped through the gate. The invitation said 'pool party,' which in teenage translation meant 'social anxiety torture chamber.' ...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands. The Southside Bulls were winning 7-3, but that wasn't why his stomach did backflips. His dad—aka Captain Bullshit, a...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I kept them open. Watching. Across the pool, Taylor moved through the water like she was part liquid — all grace and zero effort. I was just trying ...
The bass from Jordan's speakers vibrated through my chest, but honestly? I was running on pure zombie mode. Three hours of sleep after raiding until 3 AM will do that to you. I sto...