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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her phone screen, making the snap from Kai look like it was under water. 'u coming 2 jax's party or nah?' She stared at h...
Marcus stood in front of his mirror, yanking his favorite beanie down for the third time. The **hat** was his safety net—without it, his always-messy curls made him feel exposed. L...
Maya's first shift at Tropical Smoothie was already spiraling into chaos. The blender screamed like a dying banshee as she frantically typed on her iPhone, sneaking glances at the ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, the water glittering like someone had dumped actual diamonds in it. Her cousin's graduation party was packed ...
The **pool** water reflected fractured versions of everyone I knew—Jenna's perfect cascade of mermaid-worthy hair, Tyler's abs that definitely didn't come from gym class, and somew...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The baseball cap she'd worn every day since seventh graduation was suddenly feeling like a mask instead of armor. Today was the day—no more hidi...
Maya pulled the snapback low over her forehead, checking her reflection in the darkened phone screen. The hat was supposed to make her look chill, effortless—the kind of girl who b...
The baseball bat felt like a lead pipe in my hands. Sixth time up, sixth strikeout — I was basically a walking zombie at this point, running on two hours of sleep and three Red Bul...
Marcus stood at home plate, his new baseball cleats clicking against the concrete. First day of freshman tryouts, and his stomach was doing somersaults that had nothing to do with ...
The cafeteria smelled like disappointment and overcooked vegetables—specifically the spinach someone had microwaved until it surrendered all dignity. Maya pushed her tray away, her...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat notification again. "Guys, we have ONE WEEK to finish this documentary. I can't, I physically can't." "Chill," Jordan typed back. "I'm lit...
Maya's thumb hovered over Jordan's profile for the third time that night. She knew it was weird—basically social media stalking—but she couldn't help herself. Her best friend Riya ...