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Maya felt like a zombie. AP Bio calc exam, two hours of sleep, and her parents asking about college applications at 7 AM would do that to anyone. She grabbed her iPhone off the nig...
Maya's been crushing on Leo since September, when he accidentally wiped his chocolate-stained hands on her favorite hoodie in AP Bio and actually apologized. Like, genuinely apolog...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in his sweaty hands. Bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded. The entire season came down to this. "You go...
Maya's hair was supposed to be blonde. Like, actually blonde — not the "my mom says it's natural blonde" that was really just dishwater brown with ambition. She'd saved up for thre...
Maya stared at the lunch pyramid on her tray—no, not the food kind. The literal social pyramid of Westbridge High stretched before her in the cafeteria. Seniors at the apex, then j...
The morning fog clung to the padel court like my anxiety. I stood there, racquet dangling, while Brittany Chen served like she was training for Wimbledon. The ball whistled past my...
I was lowkey spying on him from the bleachers — again. Not like, creepy stalking, but just... appreciative observation. Chris Martinez played baseball like he was always one step a...
Maya's cheeks burned as she leaned against the gym wall, trying to look like she wasn't dying. Cross country practice at Oak Creek High wasn't supposed to be this brutal, but Coach...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. It was ridiculous, really. He'd been playing baseball since T-ball, could crush a fastball into the stratosphere, but the moment Maya looked at h...
Maya's hands shook as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. The orange spray tan had turned her elbows a concerning shade of Cheeto, and no amount of scrubbing would fix it...
The baseball cap sat three sizes too big on my head, brim swallowing my forehead like I was playing dress-up in my dad's closet. Which I kinda was. "You're gonna wear it backward,...
Maya's cat, Marshmallow, sat on her bed judging her while she attempted to wrangle her frizzy hair into something resembling "effortlessly beachy." tonight was the night—her first ...