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Maya's heart hammered like she'd been running for miles, but really she'd just frozen at the padel court entrance. The Saturday morning sun glared off the glass backboards, and ins...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like a shield. The water reflected the perfect Instagram lives of everyone else—Jake doing cannonballs, Sierra lounging ...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his faded Red Sox hat, trying to look casual. Like he belonged here. Like he hadn't spent the last month panic-scrolling through TikTok whenever anyone ...
The chlorine **water** lapped against the pool's edge, matching the nervous rhythm in my chest. I stood there in my one-piece from last season—definitely not two-piece material—whi...
Maya's iPhone vibrated against her nightstand at 2 AM, the screen lighting up with another notification from the group chat. She shouldn't look. She definitely shouldn't feel that ...
Maya stared across the lunchroom at the social pyramid that ruled North High like ancient Egypt—cheerleaders at the top, band kids somewhere near the bottom, and the rest of us sca...
Maya pulled the brim of her **hat** lower, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. The courtyard behind the community center was packed with the popular crowd, and she felt lik...
Maya and I had been best friend since seventh grade, but this summer at the lake house, everything felt different. She spent all day on her phone, posting thirst traps for college ...
Marcus stood at the starting line, his orange singlet already soaked through with sweat. The bull—aka Coach Miller—had been yelling at them all week about regionals, and Marcus's s...
I never thought my first job would involve taking orders from customers like Jay, the guy who somehow made ordering a smoothie sound like a personal insult. I adjusted my visor, al...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was practically leaving puddles on the kitchen counter. The house party was already triggering her social anxiety like whoa, and now she was ...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing her frizzy hair for the tenth time. The party started in twenty minutes and her curls were doing that awkward half-poof thing, like sh...