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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She adjusted her dad's old baseball cap—pulled low over her forehead, shadowing her eyes—and grippe...
The first day of sophomore year, I walked into homeroom with my hair dyed midnight blue—a literal midnight, with stars speckled through the bangs that I'd painstakingly applied wit...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood by the community pool, clutching her orange Gatorade like it was a lifeline. Her crush, Jake, was there. So was his entire friend group. A...
The baseball sat heavy in my hands, regulation weight and expectation pressing against my palms. Tryouts tomorrow. First base, which I'd been dreaming about since seventh grade, wh...
Cameron's phone buzzed with another text from Jake: *pool party @ Tyler's, u coming?* He stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. He couldn't swim. Not even a little. At sixteen yea...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party like a statue, clutching her towel like a shield. Everyone else was already swimming — doing cannonballs and chicken fights and effortlessl...
Jake's black beanie pulled low over his forehead—his social camouflage armor. Sophomore year at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield of friend groups that had solid...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. *u coming?* The text from Jenna glowed accusingly against the bathroom tile. She wasn't. She couldn't. Not with Cody—the Co...
Mia hadn't planned on spending her Saturday at Tyler Morrison's house, but somehow there she was, standing on the edge of his backyard padel court in a two-year-old swimsuit that s...
Marcus's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Tryouts for the varsity baseball team were tomorrow, and everyone expected him to crush it like his older brother had done three years ago. Bu...
Maya stood at the edge of Chloe's crystal-blue pool, toes curled against the concrete. The monthly pool party was basically social suicide to skip, but Maya had been dreading it fo...
The day my parents cut the cable, I thought my life was over. I mean, literally over. Fifteen years old, summer before sophomore year, and I was supposed to... what? Go outside? T...