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Maya's parents were obsessed with the new padel court they'd joined. Like, weirdly obsessed. 'It's networking, Maya!' her dad would say, already sweating through his polo shirt at ...
Leo's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, which was gross because he was holding the guitar cable and Maya was standing three feet away looking unbothered in her oversize...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her paddle grip. Not paddle — **padel**. The sport everyone at her new school was obsessed with, the one she'd zero experience with but...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary, but here I was, sixth time hovering near the snack table like some awkward NPC who forgot their script. Everyone else was already in, s...
The party raged in full force, and I stood frozen like the stupidest sphinx ever, guarding the door instead of secrets. Everyone else moved with this effortless flow — dancing, tal...
Maya's palms were practically waterfalling. Three more people until she went on, and she could already feel the moisture making her guitar strings slick. Which was ridiculous, beca...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I wouldn't get out of the pool. Not when Lucas was finally looking my way. "Yo, Maya, your iPhone's blowing up," my best friend Priya called from t...
I spent fifteen that summer crashing at the local padel club, hoping Jake would finally notice me. My best friend Maya - loyal as a golden retriever, ride or die till the end - dra...
Maya's vintage trucker hat was basically her emotional support animal. It went everywhere: geometry class (backward, obviously), the diner where her crush Jake worked, and definite...
Maya sat across from Jake in the cafeteria, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing that had nothing to do with the stale pizza on her tray. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his reflection staring back like it was judging his entire existence. The haircut was supposed to be a fade, but his cousin Ty had mes...
Maya's palms were sweating—again—classic anxiety response, probably. She'd been doing laps around the pool area for twenty minutes, literally running in circles while her Instagram...