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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her racquet. The padel court at the rec center was packed—Friday night, obviously—and she'd let Chloe talk her into this do...
The orange jersey hit me like a fluorescent traffic cone. Bright, impossible to ignore, and definitely not my vibe. "Dude, you look like a construction worker," Leo said, snorting...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my moment. My chance to finally talk to Maya, who'd been sitting in my chemistry lab since September without me ever managing mor...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his baseball bat like it could save him from drowning. The same bat he'd used to hit three homers last week suddenly felt useless. ...
Alex never thought her summer would revolve around someone else's pets, but here she was, standing in Riley Chen's bedroom while the most popular girl in sophomore year handed her ...
Maya stared at the cafeteria map she'd drawn on her hand — a literal social pyramid, with the popular kids at the top and everyone else scattered below. As a freshman, she was prac...
Maya's locker was the graveyard of abandoned pets. Well, one pet specifically. Bubbles the goldfish, who'd somehow survived three months in a Mason jar on her top shelf, swimming c...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her thigh, but she ignored it. Again. The group chat had been blowing up since lunch, and she already knew what they were saying—without even looking. ...
I never thought I'd be the type to lurk behind the community center's brick wall at 4 PM on a Tuesday, straining to hear the *thwack* of padel balls against the fence. But here I w...
The **papaya** sat on the kitchen counter like a neon-orange accusation. Mom's new phase. Last month it was keto, now we're apparently tropical. "It's packed with enzymes, Mateo!"...
The basement was underwater. Well, maybe not underwater-underwater, but definitely flooding enough that Jordan's vintage sneaker collection was about to be ruined. "Bro, you seein...
Maya's palms were practically leaking. She gripped the red solo cup so hard it was starting to crush, which was honestly embarrassing because it was empty. She'd been holding this ...