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Maya's thumb hovered over the send button on her cracked iPhone screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when texting him. The baseball diamond stretched out bef...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was geometry class she hadn't studied for. At the top sat the varsity jacket crew, laughing at something that definitely wasn'...
The outfield fence at Riverside High had been tagged overnight. SPHINX it read in gold spray paint, bubbling at the edges like some kind of cryptic message from the universe. "Dud...
Maya's first real date with Tyler was not supposed to involve the Great Sphinx of Egypt, but here she was, standing in left field during the seventh inning stretch of their high sc...
The carnival lights blurred like tears I refused to cry. Stupid Jeremy. Stupid me for thinking seventh grade's biggest player would suddenly become boyfriend material just because ...
Maya's legs pumped like pistons, each stride a rebellion against the 6 AM gray. Cross-country practice wasn't optional—it was survival. At Carter High, if you weren't good at somet...
The pool deck at the Miller's house was basically the social capital of our sophomore class. That's where I found myself that Friday night, clutching a red Solo cup like it was som...
Maya's hair was already frizzing at the temples, and she hadn't even dipped a toe in the water yet. Three weeks into freshman year, and she was still the girl nobody really knew at...
The orange tabby cat was the only one who didn't judge me for showing up to Jordan's party wearing a beanie in eighty-degree weather. Hat hair was better than the catastrophe hidin...
Maya found the vintage beret in a thrift store bin and thought, this is it. This is the piece that'll finally make her interesting at Northwood High. Fourteen and desperate to shed...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. Three texts from Kai. THREE. And she'd been staring at them for twenty minutes. You coming to Jordan's pool part...
Marcus stood at the edge of the padel court, his neon-yellow racket feeling like a foreign object in his sweaty grip. The private club his dad had joined was everything his family ...