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I leaned against the chain-link fence, watching the dust motes dance in the afternoon sun. This was supposed to be baseball practice, but here I was, skipping for the third time th...
I stood at the baseline of the padel court, my borrowed racket feeling like a foreign object in my hands. The country club summer program had been my mom's idea—something about "ex...
Maya stared at her reflection, wanting to disappear. The bob cut was supposed to be chic and sophisticated, a fresh start for sophomore year. Instead, she looked like a drenched po...
Maya's cat Boots was the only one who understood why she was hiding in the bathroom at Jackson Harper's party. "You doing okay in there?" someone called through the door. "Yeah, j...
Maya's dad dropped her off at the country club parking lot wearing his lucky Phillies hat, backward like he thought that made him cool. "You got this, Mays," he said, revving the ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers tangled in what could only be described as a curly catastrophe. The DIY haircut she'd given herself last night hadn't ...
The sun beat down on the baseball field like it had something to prove. I adjusted my cap, already regretting letting Maya talk me into trying out for the team. She stood near the ...
Maya's best friend was at the pool. Again. "Dude, you've been at every practice this week," Maya said, toweling off her hair after another grueling set. The chlorine stung her eye...
The chlorine hung heavy in the humid air, mingling with coconut sunscreen and the rhythmic thwack of **padel** balls against the glass walls. Maya smoothed her oversized t-shirt fo...
Maya pulled her baseball cap down lower. Like, way lower. Basically over her eyes. If she couldn't see anyone, they couldn't see her, right? Perfect logic. The Moreno's pool party...
The pool party was supposed to be Jax's chance to finally prove he wasn't just "the baseball guy's son." But instead, he stood by the edge of the **water**, clutching a soaking wet...
The hat wasn't even mine. I'd swiped it from my brother's closet—this beat-up Dodgers cap that I thought made me look chill, mysterious. Instead, I just looked like I was trying to...