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Marcus had been the star pitcher since seventh grade. His fastball was legendary in the district, and the baseball scholarship was basically his destiny—or so his dad kept saying a...
I'd spent forty-five minutes straightening my hair that morning. First day of sophomore year, first pool party at Jake Thompson's house, and I was finally gonna make my move. The f...
The orange ball bounced against the glass wall, that rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack that echoed through the country club like a heartbeat I couldn't escape. I stood at the baseline,...
Maya's cat, Jinx, had zero respect for boundaries. Like right now — when Maya was supposed to be studying for finals, Jinx was batting at the loose coaxial cable behind the TV like...
Maya's thumbs moved like lightning across her iPhone screen, double-tapping hearts and crafting the perfect caption for her Sphinx pose at the Giza plateau. Behind her, the ancient...
The party was already mid-swim when I arrived, and I immediately regretted everything. My social anxiety hit different levels—like, why did I think showing up fashionably late was ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. Sixteen years old and still terrified of putting his face underwater. The other guys from his s...
The pool deck at Miller Creek High was basically the social hierarchy in liquid form. The varsity swimmers ruled one end, doing laps with the confidence of people who knew their ca...
Maya pulled her beanie hat down lower, practically obscuring her eyes. Parties weren't really her scene, but when your best friend practically drags you to Jake's house saying "it'...
Maya's mom practically force-fed her the **vitamin** gummies every morning, like they were magic pills that would fix everything. "For your immune system, mija," she'd say, pressin...
Jamie's backward baseball cap was basically fused to their head at this point. Three months at Lincoln High, and the hat was still their security blanket—like, if they couldn't see...
The cable was out again. Third time this week, right when I was supposed to be streaming Marco's padel tournament. I leaned back against my baseball trophies—Dad's shrine to What C...