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Leo's baseball cap was basically part of his skull at this point. Forward-facing, curved brim, pulled low enough to hide the fact that his eyebrows were doing something weird today...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. His dad's old hat smelled like cedar and memories. Third inning, bases loaded, and his heart hammered like a b...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, suddenly hyper-aware that everyone at Kai's party was cooler, taller, an...
"Maya, you're literally not gonna believe this," Chloe said, eyes wide with that specific glint that meant either gossip or trouble. Probably both. We were sitting on my bedroom f...
Maya's cross-country career consisted entirely of running away from things—mostly her problems, occasionally a particularly aggressive goose. Today she was running from the cafeter...
Maya's brother called her snapback the "invisible force field" - and honestly, he wasn't wrong. Fifteen years old, and she hadn't been seen without a hat in public since seventh gr...
The pool party invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare. Maya's house. Saturday. 7 PM. I'd been crushing on Fox—that nickname everyone gave Maya's older brother with the rust-...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with unanswered texts—her squad blowing up the group chat without her. She should've bee...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, running her fingers through what used to be be shoulder-length waves. Now it was chopped. uneven. a disaster. Her mom had talked her int...
I felt like a literal **zombie** walking into Tyler's pool party. Three hours of sleep + AP Bio exam + social anxiety = me, barely functioning. My snapback pulled low over my eye...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, feeling ridiculous. It was just a backyard party. Not even a rager, just Jordan's chill th...
The papaya sat on my desk like a neon grenade. My abuela had packed it, claiming it would give me "radiant energy" for my first day as a freshman. All it gave me was confused looks...