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Maya's shift at Food-4-Less was supposed to be chill—just restock the **running** shoes aisle (who buys shoes at a grocery store?) and zone out. But then Jake Martinez walked in, a...
I'd been running from the truth all week. Since Maya switched lunch tables, since the "we need space" text, since I started sitting alone with my spinach and feta wrap like some ki...
The bull—Coach Martinez—stomped across the padel court like he owned the place. Which, technically, he kinda did. But still. "Lopez, you're benched tomorrow's baseball game." The...
Leo's summer transformation plan was simple: get fast, get fit, and finally get noticed by Maya. He'd been **running** every morning at 6 AM, choking down **spinach** smoothies tha...
Maya's baseball cap sat backward on her head, hiding the pixie cut she'd impulsively chopped off two days ago. She pulled the brim lower, shrinking into the dugout bench while Coac...
Maya's fox-orange hair had gotten her exactly three things in life: relentless teasing, the nickname "Firefox" from the boys' lacrosse team, and a solid gig at the Halloween Spirit...
Maya's phone buzzed in her palm, another Instagram story from the party she was currently standing in the corner of. Great. Even her iPhone was judging her for being lame. "You lo...
The chlorine-scented **water** lapped against the pool's edge as Maya stood there in her too-bright bikini, feeling like every single person at Jasmine's graduation party was silen...
Maya's thumbs moved across the screen like they were programmed to do it. Swipe right, scroll, double tap. Her iPhone was basically another limb at this point, glowing with the not...
I'm basically a professional spy at this point. Not the cool kind with gadgets and martinis - more like the "hide in the bathroom at house parties" kind. Call it reconnaissance. F...
My phone buzzed. 5:00 AM. Ugh. I dragged myself out of bed feeling like total zombie meat — three hours of AP Chem homework will do that to you. My hair was basically asking for a ...
The sky was that bruised purple color that meant trouble was coming. Maya stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling like a lead pipe in her hands. The varsity team snickered fr...