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Maya's new neighbor was definitely up to something sketchy. She'd seen him through her bedroom window at 2 AM—black hoodie, pacing his backyard, talking into what looked like a wal...
The orange padel ball bounced against the court wall with a rhythm that matched my racing heart. I was new to the club, new to the sport, and basically new to existing confidently ...
Maya's summer job at the Maplewood Community Center wasn't exactly the glamorous Instagram content she'd envisioned. While her friends were posting beach sunset pics with captions ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button for the third time that night. Her iPhone screen glowed in the darkness of her room, illuminating the carefully curated version of herself...
The invite had come two days ago via DM: 'Padel saturday? u should come, it's chill.' From Jordan. The Jordan whose hair somehow looked perfect even after PE. The Jordan I'd been s...
Maya had spent seventh grade collecting social intelligence like a reluctant spy. She knew who liked who, which bathroom stall was safe, and exactly how long to wait before respond...
Maya's backwards baseball cap had become her security blanket sophomore year. Whenever she felt awkward—which was basically always at parties—she'd pull the brim low and vanish int...
Leo's palms were sweating through his pockets, gross and obvious, as he leaned against the garage at Tyler's graduation kickoff party. Somewhere nearby, someone's golden retriever—...
Lila stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her dad's old racquet like it might spontaneously combust. Three weeks into sophomore year, and somehow she'd let Madison talk ...
Maya smoothed her sweatband for the third time, nervous energy buzzing through her veins like a live cable ready to snap. Today was tryouts for the varsity padel team, and apparent...
Maya's hair frizzed into hopeless tendrils as she hovered outside Tyler's front door, clutching a solo cup like it was a lifeline. Inside, the house party thudded with bass that vi...
The party was already dead when I got there. Like, actually dead. I stood in Maya's doorway, clutching a plastic container of papaya chunks my mom had insisted I bring, feeling lik...