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Maya's first mistake was thinking she could actually cook. The second mistake was inviting Jordan—the human equivalent of **lightning**, all crackle and charge, impossible to look ...
Pool water does something to your brain. Maybe it's the chemicals, maybe it's the way sound gets all muffled and underwater everything feels like a different planet. But that's whe...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen, Victrola of wellbeing that she was, holding a blender full of something that looked like swamp water. "Drink up, mija. It's got spinach, papaya, a...
Maya's hair had never cooperated a day in her sixteen years of life. Today, with the regional debate championship looming, it had achieved maximum volume—a frizzy halo that screame...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The backyard was packed—everyone who was anyone from sophomore year was there, floating in neon tubes, laug...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she was practically leaving puddles on her geometry notebook. Not ideal when you're trying to look chill sitting next to your crush, who just happ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat explosion. The varsity baseball team was roasting someone again—probably that freshman who'd tripped in ...
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror for the twentieth time, checking my teeth. Fresh green spinach from dinner was stuck between my front two incisors. Classic Maya luck. The s...
I never thought I'd be hiding behind a papaya bush at two in the morning, but here we are. The Larson's pool party had been legendary — until my ex showed up with her new boyfriend...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in what used to be sleek, waist-length hair. Now it was chopped. jagged. a disaster she'd created at 2 AM watching "empowerment" YouT...
Maya's mom was doing her head in, honestly. The whole 'take your **vitamin** gummy' routine every morning like it was some kind of sacred ritual. Maya grabbed the bear-shaped suppl...
The padel court smelled like expensive deodorant and desperation. I adjusted my skirt for the fiftieth time, feeling like a fraud in my borrowed racket. Maya stood across the net, ...