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I was definitely not the kind of kid who wore hats. Or played sports. Or did anything that required leaving my house before noon on a Saturday. So when Leo, my oldest friend in th...
Marcus dragged himself to third base, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep before finals week will do that to you. His baseball uniform stuck to his skin, humidi...
Marcus stood at home plate, the orange sunset bleeding across the sky like a bruised peach. His cleats dug into the dirt, sweat already gathering at his hairline. First week of fre...
Maya smoothed her hair for the hundredth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The chlorine would definitely wreck the curls she'd spent two hours perfecting, but J...
Maya clutched her orange soda like a lifeline, the condensation dripping onto her fingers as she leaned against the patio wall. From here, she could spy on Jake without looking tot...
The humidity in Florida was no joke, but standing at the edge of Maya's infinity pool with my palms literally dripping sweat onto my denim shorts? That was all anxiety. I'd spent t...
The lunch table was a minefield of social calculus. I sat with my tray, staring at the spinach my mom had packed—literally just a plastic container of raw leaves like I was some ki...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his lucky fedora, checking his reflection in his phone. The hat had been his grandfather's, and wearing it made him feel like a person with depth, not j...
The hat was stupid. Like, objectively ridiculous — a neon orange bucket hat I'd only bought because Tyler wore one to the first padel tournament of the semester. Now I stood at the...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 11:47 PM. A text from Kai: r u coming to jess's party??? everyone's gonna be there She wasn't. She'd spent the whole week overthinking it...
My brain was definitely operating on zombie mode—three hours of sleep will do that to you. I'd stayed up until 3 AM grinding ranked matches, and now here I was, about to make a com...
I stood in front of the mirror, picking spinach out of my teeth for the third time. My mom's new health kick meant our kitchen had turned into some kind of vegetable laboratory, an...