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Maya's hair was supposed to be beach waves, not whatever frizzy mess was currently happening on top of her head. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the curling iron, but the humid...
The party was already mid-level chaotic when Maya arrived, fashionably late but internally spiraling. Her crush, Leo, was already there, leaning against the basement wall like he o...
The summer before freshman year, my dad forced me into Junior Padel Academy at the country club. "It's like tennis but cooler," he'd said, which definitely wasn't true because tenn...
First week of sophomore year and I was already running on fumes. Between cross-country practice at dawn, AP Euro, and my mom's new "wellness phase," I was practically a **zombie** ...
I never thought I'd be the type of girl to spy on someone, but here I was, tucked behind the bougainvillea on the second-floor balcony of my parents' country club, watching Liam pl...
The uniform felt like a costume. Bright orange polo, matching shorts — the whole Ridgeview Padel Club aesthetic. Maya adjusted her collar for the thousandth time. Brodie stood next...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. Again. The humidity wave hitting LA this week had turned her carefully styled curls into a frizz explosion that looked like she'd stuck her finger in ...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting her dad's old baseball cap backward like she'd seen Jordan do in the hallway yesterday. The brim hit her curls at just the rig...
Maya's phone died at 11:47 PM. Exactly. She was at Tyler's end-of-summer bash — the kind of party that would live in group chat lore until graduation. The pool overflowed with peo...
The baseball diamond glittered under stadium lights, sweat dripping down Marcus's back as he stepped up to the plate. Bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded. The biggest game ...
The invitation sat on my desk like a dare. Emma's pool party. The girl who made VSCO edits look effortless and whose hair always fell perfectly around her shoulders. I'd spent the ...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary—Maya's kickback, the social event of the season before junior year chewed us up again. I stood by the edge, clutching a warm orange soda...