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Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she leaned against the backyard fence. The July humidity wasn't helping. Neither was the fact that Jake Martinez stood acr...
Maya wasn't supposed to be at the Hendersons' pool at midnight. But here she was, barefoot on the concrete, heart still pounding from running three blocks in flip-flops because her...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—as she stared at the text message from Jake. You coming to Jordan's party tonight? It's gonna be lit. She'd been hovering at the...
Maya's legs were already burning from running three laps around the club, but she forced herself to keep moving. The padel tryouts were in twenty minutes, and she wasn't about to l...
Leo's legs felt like jelly as he stepped onto the padel court. The racket grip was slippery with sweat, and his polo shirt—which his mom insisted was 'preppy-chic'—felt more like a...
The cafeteria hummed with that lunchtime chaos that always made my stomach twist. Today was D-day. The day I'd finally work up the nerve to sit next to Maya at her usual spot by th...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, toes curling against the rough concrete. The water gleamed like liquid obsidian, and his stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing it always d...
The hat was stupid. A bucket hat with neon flames, totally not Maya's vibe, but Jocelyn had insisted she wear it to Tyler's pool party because "it's giving main character energy, b...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her dark hair plastered to her forehead with cheap gel. The party started in twenty minutes, and she still looked like herself...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old fishing hat lower, using it like a shield against the cafeteria noise. The hat was vintage beige with a faded trout patch – embarrassing, real...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. She stood by the bathroom sink, splashing cold water on her face, trying to calm the panic rising in her chest. Downstairs, Jordan's birthday ra...
Marcus hated baseball. Specifically, he hated the way his sweaty palm stuck to the leather glove while the entire sophomore class watched from the bleachers. Coach bellowed somethi...