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Maya Chen perfected the art of blending in. Sliding through sophomore year like a ghost, she cataloged everything: who was dating whom, which teachers accepted late work, who cried...
Maya's stomach did somersaults as she stared at her reflection in the drama room mirror. The pharaoh **hat** perched on her head looked ridiculous—gold lamé flashing under fluoresc...
Leo's stupid hat kept sliding over his eyes every time he swung the padel racket. It was his dad's old baseball cap, frayed at the brim, but it was the only thing hiding the disast...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actual dripping situation. She gripped the padel racket tighter, glaring across the court at Jake—the human equivalent of a golden retri...
I'd been the school's unofficial **spy** since September. Behind @eagleeye_shs, I captured everything: bathroom breakdowns, secret hand-holders, the hierarchy that shifted like san...
The community pool smelled like chlorine and awkward teenagers. Exactly where I didn't want to be. But here I was, standing at the edge in my too-short board shorts while everyone ...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her cracked iphone screen, the blue light painting her face in the dark of her bedroom. Another rejection notification from the summer padel league tryou...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat notification she was too terrified to check. The Friday night hangout at Jake's house—the one she'd been ...
Maya stood at the edge of Jenna's pool, clutching her towel like it was a lifeline. Everyone else was already swimming, laughing, acting like this was just another Friday night and...
I was freezing my ass off on the baseball bleachers, watching Jake's perfect life unfold in right field. The varsity jacket, the easy swing, the way Jessica's eyes tracked him like...
Jordan was three weeks into sophomore year when she hit the absolute bottom of the social pyramid—which, according to everyone who mattered, was somewhere between the guy who ate l...
Marcus adjusted his ratty blue **baseball** cap—backward, obviously—and stared at the Robinhood app on his phone. His phone, 2% battery. His confidence, roughly the same. "You're ...