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Maya pulled the brim of her baseball hat lower, hoping it would somehow camouflage the fact that her hair was doing whatever it wanted today. Frizzy, half-curled, basically a disas...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. This was it — junior year's first house party, and according to Chloe, the entire social pyramid would be there. ...
Jake adjusted the strap of his borrowed padel racket, feeling like a total fraud in his slightly-too-small gym clothes. The Country Lands Club was basically a temple to wealth—marb...
The text notifications were blowing up my phone like crazy. Every time Maya posted something, I'd spy on her stories even though I promised myself I wouldn't. It's pathetic, right?...
Mateo's palms were sweating, and not from the heat. He stood on the mound, his heart hammering like he'd been running miles instead of just walking from the dugout. The water bottl...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her beach towel for the third time, watching Kai laugh with his friends by the pool. He'd transferred to Lincoln High two month...
Maya's vintage trucker **hat** wasn't just an accessory—it was her panic room. Pulled low over her eyes, it was a fortress against the world. Tonight, at her first real high school...
Maya texted me at 3:47 AM. My iphone lit up the entire room like a supernova. u up? padel tomorrow 9am. dont bail this time I stared at the ceiling, heart doing cartwheels. This ...
Maya's first mistake was bringing papaya to lunch. It seemed sophisticated on YouTube—exotic, vibrant, a statement that said I'm different in a cool way. Reality hit harder: the f...
The Palm Springs Country Club was basically a temple to exclusivity, and I was the heretic at the gates. Mom's new husband had decided summer bonding meant $200 padel lessons with ...
The stupid snapback hid my disaster hair but not my disaster vibes. Standing at Tyler's end-of-summer blowout, I felt like everyone else had gotten the memo on how to be sixteen ex...
Maya clutched her iphone like it was a lifeline, which honestly, it kind of was. Sarah's pool party raged around her—music thumping, people cannonballing, someone doing that annoyi...