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Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her normally sleek **hair** transformed into a tangled mess. Three hours with a flat iron and way too much product, and she st...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as much as Maya's text had ten minutes ago. 'U going to Lexi's padel party?' I stared at my iPhone, screen cracked in three places from when I...
The padel court was sweltering, 92 degrees of pure Florida misery, and I was missing every shot. My dad stood courtside, clipboard in hand, shouting pointers like he was coaching W...
Maya's vintage Phillies hat was her armor. Like, literally — she refused to leave the house without it freshman year. The brim pulled low meant I don't see you, and I definitely do...
The pool party was supposed to be chill. Maya's plan: show up, claim she'd just eaten, survive the social Waterloo that was junior year in suburban Florida. But when she stepped th...
The first time I saw the fox, I was thirty feet up a utility pole, sweat dripping down my back, staring at a mess of cable that looked like someone had thrown up a rainbow of spagh...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stared at the poster. FRIENDS WANTED — JOIN THE ELITE SQUAD. It was basically a pyramid scheme, selling those overpriced skin serums that every ju...
I slouched against the palm tree's rough bark, watching the baseball game unfold in Miguel's backyard like some kind of choreographed performance of belonging. Everyone moved so ef...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her toes curling against the warm concrete. The end-of-summer bash glittered before her—kids from school, some she'd known since kindergarten, o...
Maya's hair had seen better days. The chlorine from swim practice had turned her once-luscious curls into something resembling a frayed rope, and she was seriously regretting letti...
The party was already mid when Maya showed up, fashionably late because her mom had insisted on giving her The Talk about peer pressure and spiked punch. Which, honestly, was exact...
The vitamin water sat on the edge of the sink like a neon accusation. Papaya Mango Kick. Whatever that meant. "You sure about this?" Kayla asked, already halfway through contourin...