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Maya froze. Literally froze. She was mid-laugh at something Tyrell said when she caught her reflection in the cafeteria window — a giant, ugly chunk of **spinach** wedged between h...
I was already ten minutes late to first period when I saw him watching me. Again. Okay, maybe "watching" is dramatic. But Leo Matthews had definitely looked at me three times in ...
The fluorescent lights of the padel courts hummed against my already-pounding skull. I hadn't slept since Thursday—three days of grinding ranked matches until my brain felt like mu...
Maya's lungs burned as she rounded the bend, the **running** rhythm drowning out everything else. Cross country practice was her escape—the one time she didn't have to worry about ...
Maya crouched behind the clubhouse, her knees pressed into the mulch. The neighborhood association's monthly meeting droned on inside, but she wasn't here for the homeowner drama. ...
Maya's fingers hovered over Jordan's iPhone, left unlocked on the cafeteria table. She'd been watching him for weeks—the way he ducked into the nurse's office every third period, t...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my iPhone without it sliding right out of my hand. Outside on Maya's patio, I leaned against the stucco wall and watched the part...
The first time I saw her, she was wiping out spectacularly on the **padel** court at the country club where my mom had dragged me for 'summer networking opportunities.' Her name wa...
Maya had been *running* from her problems since seventh grade—literally. Cross country was her escape, the one place where her spiraling thoughts couldn't catch up to her burning l...
I felt like a total zombie stumbling into Maya's pool party. Three hours of sleep and too much caffeine will do that to you. Everyone looked so effortlessly cool—Maya laughing with...
My lucky beanie was basically part of my skull at this point. Same worn-out gray hat I'd worn through eighth grade, freshman year, and now — standing outside Tyler's house party li...
The purple dye job was supposed to be my glow-up moment. Fresh dye job, fresh start—that's what I told myself when I spent three hours perfecting the violet waves that cascaded dow...