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Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically water plants with them. She clutched the crumpled note from Jayden—the senior with the perfect swoop hair and vintage leath...
Maya's goldfish, Bubble, stared at her through the glass with those perpetually surprised eyes. "You're gonna crash and burn," she told him, spraying water when she talked. Today w...
The club house smelled like expensive deodorant and desperation. I stood there gripping my **padel** racquet like it was a weapon instead of sports equipment, watching the popular ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. His hair, which he'd spent forty minutes trying to tame into something resembling cool, was already plott...
The gym smelled like cheap body spray and desperation. I stood against the wall, nursing a lukewarm soda, watching Jordan — who was definitely going to win homecoming queen because...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange juice like it was a lifeline. The End-of-Summer Bash raged around her—laughter, music, the splash of bodies hitting water. ...
I never meant to be a spy, but that's basically what happens when you transfer schools midterm junior year and nobody notices you exist. I'd perfected the art of cafeteria reconnai...
Maya stood at the concession stand, heart hammering against her ribs like a **baseball** in a pitching machine. This was it—her first high school social event since transferring to...
The chlorine hit my nose before I even saw the water. Late August, the community pool, where everything life-changing happened when you were fifteen. "You're actually gonna do it?...
Maya had been ghosting through eleventh grade like a goldfish with a three-second memory—invisible, forgettable, always swimming in the same desperate circles. Her iPhone was her o...
The neon lights of the indoor padel court reflected off Jake's sweaty forehead. His third time playing, and he was still trash. Maya—the girl he'd been lowkey crushing since Septem...
My hair was supposed to be perfect. That was the plan. Homecoming, junior year, finally going with Jay—the one who made my stomach do actual gymnastics every time he looked at me i...