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Maya's cat, a dramatic calico named Drama Queen, watched with judgment as Maya once again scrolled through Leo's Instagram stories. The padel court. Again. Third time this week. Th...
The first time I saw him, my brain literally stopped working. Like, complete system failure. Caleb was standing by the padel court, holding a racquet like he owned the world, his h...
The iPhone in Maya's hand buzzed with another group chat notification, but she couldn't look away from him—Jake, the sphinx of the sophomore class, mysterious and unreadable, loung...
The padel court smelled like old rubber and teenage desperation. I stood there, racquet grip sweating through my palms, while Jordan — my 'friend' since sixth grade — laughed with ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the fluorescent light humming above her. Her dark curls were gone, replaced by a chin-length bob she'd cut herself at 2 AM aft...
My golden retriever Max decided that exact moment—the peak of my TikTok transition—to barrel through the frame like a fuzzy, chaotic comet. I groaned, checking my iphone screen. Ye...
Maya's palm was sweating against her phone screen as she crouched behind the maintenance shed. This was it—the moment they'd been planning for weeks. The cable that Jax had spliced...
The summer heat hung thick and heavy as I stepped onto the padel court, my heart doing that nervous flutter thing that happens when your crush is literally ten feet away. My best f...
Maya dragged herself to third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Two-hour baseball practice followed by a math test would do that to a person. Her arms felt like they weighe...
Maya pulled the old orange beanie down over her ears, the neon color practically screaming against her all-black outfit. It was her dad's from the 90s, and wearing it felt like arm...
Maya's phone died at 9:47 PM. Exactly when Tyler finally noticed her at Jackson's party. She'd spent three hours straightening her hair, borrowing her sister's fedora because she ...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—as she adjusted her crop top for the hundredth time. Beach bonfires weren't exactly her vibe, but everyone from AP Euro would be ...