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My palm was sweating so much I thought the baseball might slip right through my fingers. Not that it mattered—Chase was watching from the bleachers, probably laughing his perfect l...
My mom packed papaya chunks in my lunch again. I shoved the container to the bottom of my backpack like it was contraband, hoping nobody would notice the tropical scent that practi...
Maya's hands were literally shaking. Like, actually vibrating as she stared at her reflection, applying mascara with the precision of a bomb defusal expert. "You good?" Kai asked,...
Alex sprawled across their bedroom floor, surrounded by a tangle of HDMI **cable** and ethernet cords like some techno-viking's battlefield. The gaming setup wasn't just for Fortni...
The cafeteria line moved like molasses, and somewhere behind me, Marcus—aka the biggest **bull**y at Northwood High—was probably plotting his next move. My palms were sweating, and...
The thing about crushing on your best friend's cousin? It's basically amateur espionage. I'd mastered the art of the casual Instagram stalk—silent as a ghost, thorough as a freakin...
Maya dragged herself to the padel court, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep, AP Euro homework until 2 AM, and now Saturday morning social obligations? She was ...
Maya's counselor called it 'self-discovery week.' Maya called it 'whatever.' She sat on the dock, feet dangling in the cold lake water, staring at her iphone like it held the answe...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel highlights. Instead, it looked like someone had taken a match to a Barbie doll and called it art. "You look... distinctive," her ...
Leo's palm was sweating so much his phone almost slipped out of his hand. "Bro, you're tweaking," Marcus said, flopping onto Leo's bed. "It's just baseball practice. Not the NBA d...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she tapped through the eight hundredth Snapchat of the day. Her brain felt like it had been marinating in energy drinks and panic since final...
The chlorine sting hit my nose before I even stepped onto the patio. Jordan's pool party - the social event of the summer before sophomore year - and here I was, standing on the ed...