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Maya's palms were literally sweating through her grip on the padel racquet. This was so embarrassing—why had she let Chloe talk her into this? Everyone else on the court looked lik...
Maya's hair had been doing its own thing since seventh grade — a chaotic explosion of frizz that refused to be tamed by conditioner, prayer, or the expensive serum her mom swore by...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the brim of her grandpa's vintage fedora. It was perfect. Or at least, she hoped it was perfect for her first real date wit...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running a hand over the disastrous buzzcut her cousin had given her last night. "You look like a bear," her little brother had...
The pyramid of energy drinks shimmered under the concession stand lights — twelve rows of blue and silver cans, rising toward the ceiling like some kind of teenage monument to slee...
Jordan's vintage adidas bucket hat — the one she'd thrifted for three hours to find — floated in the middle of the community pool like a abandoned ship. It had slipped off during w...
The humidity hit Maya like a physical weight the second she stepped into the Richardson's backyard. Three hours. She'd lasted three hours at Jordan's pool party before retreating t...
Maya had perfected the art of being invisible. Three years at Northwood High, and she'd successfully navigated the social pyramid without leaving a trace. Keep your head down, head...
Maya's hair was a disaster zone. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz into something that wouldn't scream "I woke up like this" (in the bad way), but her curls h...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. The backyard was a minefield of sophomore social hierarchies — Jordan's clique by the diving board...
Maya's backward snapback was supposed to be her armor. She'd spent forty-five minutes positioning it just right—brim curved, logo perfectly centered—ready for Jackson Thompson's po...
Maya's fingers had prune-swollen from three hours of competitive swimming, her body aching in that familiar way that meant she'd pushed too hard again. Coach was already eyeing her...