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Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands. The bull — that's what everyone called Tyler, the six-foot-three pitcher who'd been making Marcus's life miserable s...
Maya had spent forty-five minutes perfecting her hair that morning—cascading waves that fell just right, the kind of effortless look that said "I have my life together" even though...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The house party was in full swing — people grinding awkwardly to bass-heavy music, som...
Maya adjusted the strap of her swimsuit for the tenth time, convinced every eye at the party was tracking her movements like she was some kind of target. That's what happened when ...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. Standing before the mysterious sphinx statue at the edge of the summer carnival, he tried to look cool. But the sphinx's stone eyes seemed to moc...
Friday night at my place meant I was zombie mode—eyes half-open, phone at 3% brightness, doom-scrolling through people living their best lives while I lay in the dark. Again. The ...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep after finals week would do that to you. Her phone buzzed — Jordan's party started twenty minutes ago and she was still sta...
Marcus had been running from the pool party for three hours. Literally running. His Nike Air Max hit the pavement as he jogged another lap around the block, sweat dripping down his...
My hair was doing that thing again—that honest-to-god frizz explosion that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical outlet. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the flatiro...
Maya's hair had always been her thing—long, dark curls that bounced when she walked, that she could flip over her shoulder at just the right moment. Until the day she cut it all of...
When Jessica bet me I couldn't make the varsity swimming team, I should've known better. She was my best friend, but she was also ruthless when it came to dares. "You have zero co...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped onto the beach. Coachella weekend, supposedly the ultimate rite of passage for juniors at my high school. I stood there gripping my *...