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Maya's palms were sweating. Literally dripping. Which was unfortunate because she was currently holding hands with Jake—the same Jake who'd sat three rows behind her in AP Bio sinc...
My hair was supposed to be platinum blonde. Instead, it looked like a highlighter pen had thrown up on my head. Three days before freshman year, and I was rocking Fried Egg Yellow....
Maya's first day at country club prep school felt like walking into a ROM-com where everyone else had the script. Her iPhone buzzed in her pocket—Mom checking in, obviously—but she...
Jordan's grip tightened on the fence rail as Tyler—varsity jacket, perfect grin, zero chill—egged her on. "Come on, it's barely moving! Don't be such a—" "Don't say it," Jordan c...
Maya's palms were sweating — literally dripping — as she stood in the corner of Jordan's basement party. Some spy she turned out to be. Her best friend Nina had given her one job: ...
The brim of my lucky hat kept sliding over my eyes as I crouched behind the specimen cabinet in the science hallway. Not my finest moment, honestly, but when your former best frien...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she half-expected her phone to short-circuit. First house party of sophomore year, and she was currently hiding in the bathroom, scrolling throug...
The country club social pyramid worked like this: at the top, the padel court royalty—those kids whose parents owned three-car garages and vacation homes in Tulum. In the middle, t...
Maya pressed her forehead against the chain-link fence, feeling like the ultimate creep. She wasn't technically a spy, but watching the padel courts from behind the oak tree defini...
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting the monster that had erupted on my chin overnight. Of course this would happen the day of Homecoming. The universe had a twisted...
I chugged the orange vitamin C shot—my mom's idea, obviously—before grabbing my racket. The padel courts at the country club were basically my whole summer, and I had exactly three...
The first time I stepped onto the padel court at Northwood Academy, I felt like an impostor in a borrowed skirt. Everyone else had been playing since birth, probably in utero. Thei...