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Maya had the school's social pyramid memorized like multiplication tables. At the apex: the varsity athletes who ruled the cafeteria with Bluetooth earbuds and effortless hair. Som...
The carnival goldfish swam in circles in its plastic bag, mocking me with its very existence. "You're actually gonna give it to her?" Tyler asked, spinning his baseball in one han...
Maya's day started with a goldfish funeral and ended with her social life officially over. RIP, Fin. The little guy had survived three family road trips and a cat named Beelzebub, ...
I looked like a total zombie. Three hours of padel practice in the July heat will do that to you. My hair was plastered to my forehead, and I was pretty sure my padel racket had st...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her phone case. "You coming or what?" Jordan's text read. "Pool party starts in 20. Devon's gonna be there." Maya star...
The heat wave had been brutal all week, and honestly? I was low-key regretting letting Lena talk me into this padel camp. I'd never even held a racquet before, and here I was, surr...
Maya hadn't slept properly in three days. Finals week was turning her into something resembling a zombie — pale, shambling through hallways, surviving on iced coffee and desperate ...
Chloe's hair had always been this safe, mousy brown—the kind that blended into lockers and cafeteria walls. But the summer before junior year, she returned with cobalt blue streaks...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even reached the community center. Another summer of guarding a pool that barely anyone used, watching preteens do cannonballs off the shallow en...
The lightning crackled across the sky, perfect timing honestly, because my social life was currently crumbling beside the Miller's pool. "You're being weird, Maya," Chloe said, fl...
The baseball cap was basically glued to my head all summer. Dad's old Astros cap, faded blue with a stained brim. It wasn't about the team—it was about what was underneath. "You c...
My cross country coach always said running was 90% mental, but he never mentioned the other 10% was trying not to look like a total dweeb in front of Maya Chen. "Nice pace, Liam,"...