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Maya pressed her back against the ceramic tiles of the girls' bathroom, heart hammering like she'd just finished a 5K. She'd overheard things—things that could wreck friendships, r...
The summer after sophomore year, I spent every Friday night at Jasmine's house because her parents were never home and she had the good snacks. That's where I met Leo—the boy who s...
I'd been spying on him from the bleachers since the second week of September. Not like, creepy stalking—just strategic observation. Jake Morrison played shortstop like he was chasi...
Leo stood at the edge of the padel court, his paddle grip slick with sweat. This was it — his first match against the popular kids, and his stomach was doing full-on gymnastics. "...
Maya's blue hair was the color of a bruised sky, the kind that promised storms. She'd dyed it last night, alone in her bathroom with $20 worth of Manic Panic and zero permission, w...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three AP classes, two exams, and college application essays due by midnight would do that to a person. H...
I'd been running for three years straight—mostly from myself. Track practice was the one place I could escape the constant feeling that I was failing at being fifteen. The burn in ...
Jordan's orange hair was supposed to be "sunset copper," but the box lied. Now it looked like a traffic cone that had seen better days. "You need these," Maya said, shoving a bott...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. This was it — Jordan's party. The one everyone would be talking about on Monday. The one where she m...
Maya's cat, Pancake, sat on her desk staring at the screen like he understood the problem better than she did. Which, honestly, wasn't saying much. "You're not helping," she mutte...
The **orange** swimsuit had seemed like a good idea at Target, but now as Maya stood at the edge of Jake's pool, it felt like a neon sign screaming "look at me." The rest of the pa...
The padel court sat baking in the July heat, a rectangle of green artificial turf surrounded by glass walls. Maya stood at the edge, clutching a borrowed racquet like it was a weap...