Goldfish Dreams at Third Base
I stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead weight in my sweaty palms. The entire student body was watching, and I was about to prove, once and for all, that I did n...
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I stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead weight in my sweaty palms. The entire student body was watching, and I was about to prove, once and for all, that I did n...
The pool lights flickered like they were deciding whether to ghost me. Again. "You're overthinking it, Maya," Coach Rivera said, already turning away to check his phone. "Just get...
Maya's knees literally shook as she gripped the padel racquet, her palms sweating through her grip. Tryouts for the school team had everyone talking — especially since Tyler "the B...
Maya checked her phone under the desk, careful not to let Mrs. Henderson catch her. Being a freshman meant existing at the bottom of the social pyramid, but that didn't mean she ha...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stared at the group chat. *Pool party at 7. Bring swimsuit. Don't be weird.* Great. Just great. Maya had been avoiding the pool all summer beca...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, basically becoming a human hat at this point. In the cafeteria, she was basically a spy—watching, listening, invisible. That was the whole point ...
My mom handed me the bottle of orange gummies at breakfast. 'Your vitamin D supplement. You're always inside, you need this.' I rolled my eyes but stuck them in my pocket anyway. ...
The pool deck was basically a social minefield, and Maya felt like she'd stepped on every single one. Everyone else seemed to know exactly how to lean against the fence, who to tal...
My hair was basically a third person in our relationship. Maya, my hair, and me. We'd been dating since seventh grade, and she still had no idea what lived under my baseball cap. ...
Maya's brain felt like a zombie's after scrolling TikTok until 3 AM on her iPhone. Now she stood in Tyler's massive kitchen, surrounded by the popular crowd, clutching a red Solo c...
I stood at the edge of the pool clutching my iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Maya's text from two hours ago: "Pool party @ Jake's. U coming?" My heart did that stupid f...
The chlorine hit Marcus like a wall as he stepped through the pool gate. Jordan's pool party. The social event of the season. And Marcus, decidedly not a swimmer, was about to infi...