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Cameron's first mistake was letting Maya convince him that padel was basically tennis-lite. How hard could it be? The court looked smaller. The racquets looked friendlier. This was...
The pool party was exactly the kind of event Maya usually avoided. But here she was, standing by the chain-link fence in her one-piece swimsuit while everyone else splashed around ...
The iphone became a shield, its screen illuminating the corner of the patio where Maya sat, scrolling through the same three Instagram posts she'd already seen eight times. Around ...
Maya's iphone was at 4%. Of course. The one party where Carter from AP Bio actually looked at her twice, and her phone was dying like her social confidence. "You got a cable?" May...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The blue case was slippery against her sweating palms. She wasn't even swimming—hadn't brought a swimsuit—...
4:30 AM practice. That's some actual bull right there. I dragged myself out of bed like a zombie—literally staggering, eyes half-closed, arms reaching for something that wasn't th...
Maya had spent two years at the bottom of Jefferson High's social pyramid, invisible to everyone except when Tyler—"the bull" as she and her friends called him behind his back—deci...
The spinach lodged between my front teeth felt like a neon sign broadcasting my social death. I'd spent twenty minutes crafting the perfect casual-leaning-against-locker pose for w...
My hair was supposed to be legendary. Three hours of curling iron warfare, enough product to drown a small mammal, and now here I was, crouched behind a potted plant like some kind...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in frizzy curls that refused to cooperate. The invitation on her iPhone screen glowed mockingly: *Jake's Pool Party — Saturday 2-6!!*...
I stared at the reflection, barely recognizing the person staring back. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. Finals week had turned everyone into walking corpses, shuffling th...
Maya pressed her back against the concrete wall of the **padel** court, heart racing like she'd just played three sets back-to-back. But she wasn't even holding a racquet. She was,...