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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her jeans again, leaving dark streaks on the denim. "You're spiraling," Chloe whispered, nudging her with a ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, her iPhone glowing like a lifeline in the dim coffee shop. Senior year was supposed to be epic — parties, crushes, legendary moments. Instead,...
Maya's older cousin Devon had talked her into this pyramid scheme selling 'artisanal hydration systems' — which was just fancy talk for overpriced **water** bottles. The worst part...
Maya's mom dropped her off two blocks from Jake's house because apparently being seen in a Honda Odyssey was social suicide. She walked the rest of the way, checking her reflection...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her grip tight on the racket. First week at Jefferson High, and somehow she'd already been roped into the Fall Classic tournament by Liam...
The humidity already had my frizz going full-on lion by the time Maya and I rolled up to Sarah's house. My palms were sweating, and not just because it was ninety degrees. This was...
The carnival lights blurred against Maya's contacts as she stood before the purple velvet tent. Palm Readings — Your Destiny Revealed, the sign promised in glittering cursive. "Yo...
Marcus adjusted his orange cleats, his heart doing that thing where it forgot its rhythm. Baseball tryouts. Again. Third time's a charm, right? Not when Coach Miller — aka The Bull...
Tyler's life was officially cooked before fourth period even started. "You're doing it," said Jenna, leaning against his locker with that terrifying confidence. "Varsity baseball ...
My beanie—that knit hat I'd spent twenty minutes perfecting this morning—was now basically a security blanket. I kept adjusting it, like the brim could somehow hide me from **Jorda...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jayden: u coming to the meet? coach is asking 4 u. She stared at her cracked screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The truth was, ...
The vitamin D deficiency hit me hard during sophomore year winter. Not the actual medical kind—though Mom definitely worried about that—but the soul-sucking, fluorescent-light kind...