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Maya's lungs burned as she rounded the corner, her sneakers slapping against the pavement. She'd been running every morning since summer started, convinced that if she could just t...
Jake's palms were sweating, and not just because it was ninety degrees. He stood at the baseline of the padel court, wearing his lucky orange tank top—the one Maya had complimented...
Marcus's phone buzzed in his pocket like a trapped insect. Again. The baseball group chat was blowing up—everyone deciding where to post-game at Tony's. He wasn't even playing, jus...
Maya stood in the kitchen, staring at the goldfish bowl on the counter. Her parents were out, and Theo—THE Theo, who sat behind her in biology and wrote poetry on his sneakers—was ...
Maya's phone buzzed with screenshots circulating through the group chat. Someone had spotted Finn—the new kid with ridiculous green hair—sketching in a notebook during lunch. The c...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The social pyramid of Jefferson High was on full display — the varsity jocks at the s...
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, sweat dripping down his back like he'd jumped in a pool fully clothed. The papaya his abuela had packed for lunch sat uneaten in his bag—too em...
Maya dragged herself to the rec center pool for the third time that week, already rehearsing her excuse for leaving early. Something about headaches, or maybe just vague plans that...
Maya's cat, Barnaby, was currently sprinting across the roof like a possessed lightning bolt, which felt exactly like what was happening inside her chest. "You good?" Liam asked, ...
Maya's hair was already frizzing in the humidity, and she'd been at Jordan's pool party for exactly twelve minutes. She stood at the edge of the concrete deck, clutching her solo c...
I was operating on two hours of sleep and three energy drinks, basically a certified zombie dragging myself through the school day. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, but s...
Maya's legs burned. She'd been running for forty-five minutes straight, her podcast cut short three times by texts from Jordan asking if she'd submitted the college application yet...