Cable Knots and Lightning Strikes
I felt like a zombie walking onto the padel court, my brain still mush from three hours of TikTok scrolling past midnight. The sun was barely up, but Jessica's dad was already coac...
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I felt like a zombie walking onto the padel court, my brain still mush from three hours of TikTok scrolling past midnight. The sun was barely up, but Jessica's dad was already coac...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I cannonballed into the **pool**, the water swallowing me whole. Summer parties at Jake's place were legendary, but that didn't stop my stomach from d...
Maya's nickname in the group chat was Sphinx, which was ironic considering she had zero answers about her life. Seventeen and still figuring out who she was, while everyone else se...
Maya's palms were sweating harder than they had during her oral presentation last week, and that was saying something. Tyler's pool party was *supposed* to be the social event of t...
Maya's summer was officially mid. Her crush Ethan had invited her to his pool party, but she'd spent the entire time obsessing over her hair and avoiding eye contact. Now, sitting ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her favorite thrifted cargo pants as she stood across the room from him—Jayden with the stupid perfect hair and the way ...
Maya's cat Bastet had been acting weird all afternoon, pacing the windowsill like she was waiting for something. Meanwhile, Maya was stuck in that particular hell of waiting for Jo...
Maya stood in front of Clearwater High's notorious seating chart—the social pyramid etched into every freshman's brain. Top tier: varsity athletes and TikTok-famous seniors. Bottom...
The pool glittered like a spilled soda can in the July sun, and I was still standing on the deck, fully clothed, clutching my towel like a lifeline. "Yo, Marcus! You gonna swim or...
Maya stared at her reflection, willing her hair to cooperate. It had other plans. The curly chaos was doing that thing where it looked less "effortlessly artistic" and more "I just...
The humidity hit me like a wall as I stood at the edge of Melissa's pool, clutching my towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in—laughter echoing off the water, splashing...
Maya's palms were practically sweating through her phone case as she stared at the notification. Tyler, the senior who'd somehow transformed from random quiet kid to the top of the...