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I quit baseball three weeks before sophomore year started. Big mistake. That's what everyone's thinking when they see me carrying a padel racquet instead of a bat. "Dude, since wh...
Maya's first mistake was thinking she could pull off green hair. Three weeks into freshman year, she'd bleached her dark curls until they practically begged for mercy, then slappe...
The sun beat down on the concrete padel court as Marcus squinted through his sweat-streaked goggles. His dad had been droning on for weeks about how padel was 'the future of racket...
The humidity was absolutely wrecking my hair. I'd spent twenty minutes with the straightener that morning, but by seventh period, my frizzy curls had staged a full rebellion again...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, that familiar blue light washing over her face in the darkened room. The notification blinked — a party. At Carter's place. Her stomach did th...
The group chat was blowing up. AGAIN. "u coming???" "party starts in 20" "don't be lame" I stared at my iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. My parents had cut the ca...
The orange padel ball hit the chain-link fence with a satisfying thwunk. I missed again. "You're thinking too hard, Maya," Leo said, tossing me another ball. His hair was that per...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. He should've been at baseball tryouts—his dad's lifelong dream—but instead he'd texted his best friend Jordan that...
Maya's mom handed her the bright orange **vitamin** gummy in the kitchen doorway, like it was some kind of pre-party ritual. "For your skin, honey. You said you wanted to try somet...
The vitamin gummies in my pocket were melting into a sticky disaster, but I couldn't reach for them. Not now. "You up for padel?" Jake asked, flashing that grin that made my knees...
Maya's cousin told her to "just be chill" at the pool party, but Maya was about as chill as a furnace in July. She stood by the chain-link fence, clutching her towel like a lifelin...
Maya pulled her baseball cap down until the brim practically touched her eyebrows. First day of tryouts, and she was already regretting letting Chloe talk her into this. Literally ...