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The locker room smelled like chlorine and anxiety—classic freshman year trauma combo. Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy halo of hair she'd spent two hou...
Maya dragged herself onto the padel court like a zombie — three hours of sleep and two AP exams would do that to you. Her teammates were already warming up, laughing about somethin...
The invitation sat on my phone screen for twenty minutes before Jordan finally snatched it from my hands. "You're actually overthinking this? It's Kai's pool party, not the SATs....
Maya's life was basically one long awkward moment, but today took it to legendary levels. It started with the spinach in her teeth — bright green and mocking her through three cons...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She clutched her iPhone tighter, the screen illuminating her face in the dim hallway of Jackson Rivera's house party. This was it. T...
Jordan pulled their beanie hat down lower, trying to disappear into the shaded bench. The Palm Springs resort had seemed like a cool idea three weeks ago—until Mom revealed she'd s...
Maya's hair was a curtain she could hide behind. Specifically, the curtain she was currently parting with trembling fingers to peek around the gym corner. Her palms were sweating—g...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my moment. You know, the one where you finally stop being the quiet kid and become someone people actually notice? I'd been plann...
Maya's fingers flew across her keyboard as she adjusted the ring light for the third time. The cable connecting her camera had a short in it—she had to position it just right or th...
The papaya sat on the snack table like some alien artifact nobody wanted to touch. Cameron adjusted his hair for the third time, catching his reflection in the sliding glass door. ...
Jordan's fingers trembled as they tied their cleats, the laces worn smooth from three seasons of cross-country. Running was supposed to be their thing—the one thing that made sense...
Maya's brother's oversized baseball cap sat pulled low over her eyebrows, effectively hiding the constellation of pimples that had decided to colonize her forehead right before fre...