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I drag myself onto the court like a total zombie, still recovering from last night's 2 AM Instagram doom-scroll session. The fluorescent gym lights buzz overhead as I squint at my ...
The pool glittered like broken glass under the July sun, and Maya's stomach was doing backflips that had nothing to do with the three slices of pepperoni pizza she'd inhaled earlie...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. The Reynolds' annual pool party. Every summer. Same playlist, same floating pyramid of trendy kids preten...
Jordan stood at the edge of the pool clutching their contribution like it was some kind of exotic offering—which, technically, it was. Their cousin's pool party was practically a r...
Leo's life was basically a series of awkward moments strung together with hope and caffeine. But nothing compared to THE INCIDENT – the one everyone still whispered about in the ca...
My curls had already betrayed me by 10 AM. "You should really wear a swim cap," Crystal said, flipping her stick-straight blonde hair like she was in a shampoo commercial. "The c...
My friend Tyler had been talking big about his cousin's farm all semester. "It's practically a ranch, Maya. There's a legit bull there. Huge. You could ride it if you wanted." I...
Marcus stood in the batter's box, sweat dripping down his temple like it had somewhere better to be. Baseball tryouts. Again. His third year cutting from JV, and the pressure sat h...
Marcus's old **baseball** cap sat crushed at the bottom of his locker, neon-green brim snapped in half. Three days ago, it had been his lucky charm. Now it was just evidence of the...
Maya's summer was supposed to be chill vibes only. Instead, she was currently sprinting away from the Andersons' pool party with sticky papaya juice drying on her favorite cutoffs ...
I stood by the edge of the pool, clutching my red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Emma's annual end-of-summer bash. Everyone who was anyone was here, and apparently, that included...
The orange beanie sat on my desk like a radioactive warning sign. Bright. Neon. Impossible to miss. Exactly the opposite of what I needed for Operation Crush Reconnaissance. "Dude...