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Maya's life could be divided into two distinct eras: before the padel court became her personal torture chamber, and after. The first time she stepped onto the court at Lakefield ...
My palms were literally sweating through my favorite fingerless gloves. Not cute. Not vibe. The party was at Tyler's beach house — you know Tyler, the guy everyone calls "the Sphi...
Maya's first high school house party felt like walking into a lion's den—if lions pumped bass-heavy EDM and served warm soda. She clutched her red solo cup like a lifeline, hyper-a...
Maya felt like a zombie. Three hours of sleep after finishing her English presentation will do that to you. She shuffled into the cafeteria, phone buzzing in her pocket. "Hey, Ear...
Maya's thumb hovered over the unfollow button. Again. For the third time this week. She was 90% sure that Fox—with his perfectly tousled hair and feed full of aesthetic skate spot...
Maya's hair had a personality of its own that day—think electrocuted poodle meets humidity disaster. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron only to step outside and watc...
The neon green piece of spinach stuck in my braces might as well have been a flashing sign reading SOCIAL SUICIDE. I'd been talking to Maya for five minutes about how epic the vars...
I was totally the spy at my own pool party. Like, literally standing behind the snack table, watching everyone else have actual fun while I pretended to be deeply fascinated by a ...
Maya was technically my **friend**, but mostly she was the person I sat next to in homeroom while she texted people who were actually cool. The social hierarchy at Westwood High wa...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She'd been "casually" sitting across from Jordan in the cafeteria for three weeks now, basically spying on his every move. Pathetic? Maybe. But ...
Maya's sweaty palm gripped her iPhone like a lifeline. The backyard party raged around her—some senior's house, bass thumping through the sliding glass doors, red Solo cups everywh...
Maya's palms were practically dripping as she gripped the padel racquet. This was it — her first day at the exclusive summer club, and somehow she'd let Chloe talk her into trying ...