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Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, her heartbeat doing gymnastics. Jordan was there—obviously Jordan was there—looking effortless in his swim trunks, laughing with his frien...
The fedora felt stupid the second I stepped through the gate. Like, actually cringe. But Maya had complimented it last week, so I kept it on, sweating through the humidity while ev...
I was supposed to be running—I mean, actually running, track practice, Coach Miller screaming about regionals—but instead I was kneeling on the scratched-up linoleum of Maya's bath...
Maya's first padel tournament was supposed to be her glow-up moment. New racket, fresh contact lenses, and a spinach-banana smoothie that tasted like grass clippings but was suppos...
The summer before junior year, I spent every Friday night **running** from who I was supposed to be. My parents had signed me up for the "prestigious" Lincoln Valley Swim Club — b...
Maya's hair had been a mistake. That much was clear by third period, when someone asked if she'd dyed it with actual **orange** soda. But it wasn't the color that made her want to ...
The blue light from Maya's phone illuminated her face at 3:17 AM, casting her in the ghostly glow of yet another sleepless night. She felt like a zombie going through the motions o...
Maya's social life had hit rock bottom, bottom of the pyramid, to be exact. She was basically a ghost in the halls of Northwood High—until Jordan Chen slid into the seat next to he...
Maya's mom would absolutely freak if she saw the bathroom counter. Three boxes of **orange** hair dye sat next to the scissors like evidence of a premeditated crime. But honestly? ...
Maya's iphone battery was at 4% when she spotted the fox. She wasn't supposed to be out here. The party was two blocks over, the one Chloe from AP Chem had been hyping all week. B...
Leo felt like a straight-up zombie. Third period AP History, eyes glued to the clock while Mr. Henderson droned on about the Industrial Revolution. His phone buzzed in his pocket —...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts for the third time, watching Jordan across the pool, laughing with his friends like he didn't have a care in the wor...