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I didn't plan on becoming school royalty. Honestly, I was just trying to survive freshman year without dying of cringe. Then came the Home pep rally, and somehow—still don't know ...
My palms were literally dripping. Like, actually gross. I'd been wiping them on my jeans for twenty minutes, but apparently anxiety sweat doesn't just vanish. "You good?" Marcus a...
I'm drowning in the shallow end of the community pool while Brooke McKenzie floats past in a perfect backstroke, her hair fanned out like a mermaid curtain. She's at the top of the...
Marcus dragged himself out of the pool at 6 AM, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three weeks of summer swim practice would do that to you — turn you into the walking dead before ...
Maya's orange hair spray was supposed to look festive, not radioactive. But here she was, three hours before homecoming, staring at her reflection like it might suddenly make sense...
Maya pulled her oversized beanie hat lower, wishing she could disappear into the booth's vinyl. This wasn't supposed to happen. Her crush Jordan had noticed her across the cafeteri...
Maya's palms were practically leaking as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool party. Three weeks into sophomore year, and she was still the girl who ate it in the cafeteria last mo...
Maya's **iphone** buzzed with three incoming texts, but she didn't care. The pool at Jesse's house was exactly what she needed after sophomore year had turned her social life into ...
Maya stood outside the new Padel Club, her heart doing that nervous flutter thing it always did when she was about to do something completely out of character. The gym bag slung ov...
I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my towel like a lifeline. Jordan's annual summer bash. Everyone who was anyone would be here. And me, apparently, thanks to my older sist...
My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The stupid orange I'd eaten fifteen minutes before my first padel tournament with the varsity squad was probably a mistake. My stomach did cartwheel...
Leo stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping his borrowed racket like it might betray him. The invite had come from Sofia—the girl whose Instagram stories made his stomach do...