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I never thought I'd be the type to **spy** on anyone, but there I was, hiding behind the chain-link fence at the community center, watching Jake serve aces like he owned the **pade...
Maya's first high school party was not going according to plan. Standing by the chip bowl, she caught her reflection in the sliding glass door and froze. There, wedged between her ...
The house party was already lowkey popping when Maya walked in, clutching her red snapback like a security blanket. Her ex-best friend Kai was by the speakers, laughing with those ...
The neon pink padel racket felt foreign in my hands, like holding a lightsaber I had no idea how to swing. My cousin Maya had dragged me to her new obsession's first meetup, and no...
The humidity hit Maya like a wall when she stepped through the sliding glass door. Carter's End-of-Summer Bash was already in full swing — Spotify playlist bumping, chlorine mixing...
The pool party was supposed to be my summer comeback moment. After months of hiding behind hoodies and avoiding mirrors, I'd finally done it — chopped off twelve inches of hair and...
The summer heat pressed against my skin like an unwanted hug. County fair day. The day I'd been dreading since Jordan invited me—or rather, since his **friend** Tyler invited me, a...
The problem with hanging out at the country club your parents force-joined wasn't the pretentiousness — it was that everyone there was *uncomfortably* good at everything. Especiall...
The HDMI cable lay tangled on Leo's floor like a dead snake, which felt about right for his mood. Friday night, and instead of being at Maya's party—possibly talking to the possibl...
Maya pressed her back against the gym lockers, heart hammering like she'd just finished a mile in PE. She felt like a total spy, lurking in the shadows to avoid Jason and his frien...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it came out orange. Like, traffic cone orange. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, horror burning throu...
Maya's palms were sweating — literally dripping — as she clutched her iPhone 12 under the cafeteria table. This was it. The moment she'd been obsessing over since Tuesday. She was ...