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The party at Tyler's lake house was exactly where Maya didn't want to be. Standing by the refreshment table, she felt like a goldfish in a bowl—everyone watching, everyone judging,...
The country club air conditioning couldn't cool the nerves bubbling in my chest. Padel tournament finals, and I'd somehow made it this far despite picking up a racket for the first...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting his dad's vintage fedora. The hat sat slightly crooked, making him look less like a mysterious artist and more like a kid pl...
Maya's palms were sweating through her grip as she stood at the baseline, the blue padel court blurring beneath her sneakers. This was it—tryouts for the high school team, and her ...
The pyramid of red Solo cups stood three feet high on Marcus's kitchen counter, a monument to underage boredom and parental absence. I'd been standing near it for twenty minutes, n...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts, feeling like a total fraud as she stood behind the cafeteria corner, spying on Liam like some weirdo stalker. "You...
The party at Tyler's house was supposed to be the night I finally talked to Maya. Instead, I spent two hours spying on her from the kitchen doorway like a total creep. Every time s...
The day I chopped my waist-length hair into a pixie cut, my mom practically hyperventilated. But I was done being the quiet Asian girl who blended into classroom walls. Sixteen was...
Maya's phone buzzed with Jake's text: "u coming 2 the party?" Her thumbs hovered, typing and deleting. "yeah b there soon" - send. Heart doing cartwheels. This was it. Finally. He...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, her navy swimsuit feeling more like a target than clothing. The Hamilton High swim tryouts. Because obviously...
My hair was the color of a traffic cone. Bright, screaming orange. Not the cool kind of orange that looked like I'd spent summer at the beach, but the I-dyed-it-in-my-bathroom-at-2...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought she might literally electrocute someone if she touched them. Which would be a problem, because across the gym, Jason—the boy she'd be...