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Maya smoothed her frizzy hair for the fifth time, staring at her reflection in the darkened phone screen. Three percent battery. Perfect. "You going to that padel thing or what?" ...
Maya felt like a total stalker, honestly. She'd been covertly watching Kai's stories for three weeks straight — basically a low-rent spy with unlimited data and zero chill. Her iPh...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another notification. Another like on the photo she'd posted three hours ago. Her thumb hovered, ready to dive back into the...
The humidity in Miami hit different — especially when you're the new kid trying not to be weird at the first pool party of sophomore year. My palms were sweating so much I thought ...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely hold my phone. Three texts from Maya: "He's looking at you. AGAIN." The pool party was supposed to be chill, just our squad hanging b...
The cafeteria at Northwood High smelled like desperation and slightly overcooked pizza. I slid my tray onto the table, trying to be invisible, which is basically impossible when yo...
Chloe's mom dropped her off at the country club at 7:02 PM. Two minutes late. Again. The pool party was already popping—Bluetooth speakers bumping, kids tossing around a volleyball...
The first time I saw Mateo across the **padel** court, I was eating a clementine. He wore that faded gray Nike shirt that every guy at Westwood High seemed to own, but somehow it l...
The invitation sat on my nightstand for three days before I worked up the nerve to RSVP. Jason's pool party. The guy I'd been lowkey crushing on since seventh grade, and suddenly I...
I'd been a zombie for three weeks straight. Midterms had turned my brain into mush, and honestly? I was thriving in the undead lifestyle. Sleep deprivation had become my aesthetic....
My hair had other plans. Like, seriously OTHER plans. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the curling iron trying to look effortless for my first day at the padel club, and now? I lo...
The first day of sophomore year, I looked like a zombie. No joke. My mom said I'd grow into the oversized orange hand-me-down jacket from my cousin, but instead I looked like a tra...