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The backward snap of my dad's old Braves hat felt like my only defense against the chaos of Jordan's pool party. Sixteen years old, and I was still the guy who brought a smoothie t...
I was totally zombified—like, actually not functioning after staying up until 3 AM scrolling through Kai's Instagram stories. So when Maya dragged me to Jordan's pool party, I was ...
The cable bill sat on the kitchen counter like a neon warning sign. PAST DUE it screamed in red letters, which was basically my mom's passive-aggressive way of telling me to get a ...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old baseball hat lower, trying to disappear. Sixth period pool parties were basically social minefields, and she was definitely not ready to navig...
Marcus's stomach did backflips as he approached the chain-link fence. The Moreno twins' padel court gleamed under the July sun, and beyond it, the pool shimmered like an invitation...
Maya's new hat was already two sizes too big, sitting awkwardly on her head like a crown she didn't deserve. Her mom had bought it yesterday, insisting, "It's your signature look n...
The chain-link fence around the abandoned aquatic center had been cut for months, a secret passage known only to the local kids. Maya and I had spent every summer Friday here since...
Maya's charging cable was literally hanging by a thread—three copper wires exposed like the nerve endings of her entire social life. Her iPhone bobbed at 4%, flickering like a dyin...
Marco's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. He wiped them on his jeans, leaving two dark streaks on the denim. Great. Now he looked like he was nervous AND had questionable hy...
The vitamin gummies sat untouched on Maya's nightstand, right next to the stack of AP Biology flashcards she was supposed to be reviewing. At sixteen, she'd mastered the art of app...
The blue hair had seemed like a great idea at 2 AM when I'd watched the last TikTok tutorial and decided fuck it, why not. Now, standing at the edge of Jordan's pool with chlorine ...
Marcus stared at his reflection, fingers tugging at the neon-orange strands. His hair looked like a traffic cone exploded on his head. "Bro, that's gonna wash out, right?" his be...