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Maya's fedora was basically her security blanket—worn suede, slightly crushed at the crown, the kind of hat that said "I'm mysterious" instead of "I'm terrified." But standing at t...
Maya's flip-flops slapped against the pavement as she power-walked away from Miller's house, the bass from the pool party thumping behind her like a heartbeat she couldn't escape. ...
Maya's palms were sweating, and not from the July heat baking the pool party into something shimmering and impossible. Seventeen and terrified, she clutched her phone like a lifeli...
Maya's thumb hovered over the follow button, her heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when she stalked Sierra's profile. Again. "You're literally a zombie," Kai mut...
Maya's padel racquet felt like a dead weight in her hand as she stood at the baseline of the outdoor court. Summer camp, week three, and she was still the worst player on her squad...
I wipe my palms on my shorts for the third time. Gross, but necessary. The padel court behind the beach pavilion is crystal-blue perfection, but my brain is currently short-circuit...
The first time I saw her, she was moving across the padel court like actual lightning — fast, brilliant, impossible to look away from. I was gripping my racquet like my life depend...
Maya's fingers shook as she plugged the guitar cable into the amplifier she'd hidden in her closet. Her parents thought she was studying—they didn't know she'd been teaching hersel...
The summer storm hit while I was at Jordan's pool party, the kind where everyone stands around pretending to be chill while secretly casing each other's outfits. I'd been crushing ...
The air tasted like ozone and impending doom. Perfect for a Friday night. "You're not seriously going back there, are you?" Maya asked, clutching her phone like a lifeline. "That ...
Maya stared at her reflection, phone propped on the sink counting down the minutes to Jackson's party. Her normally mousy brown hair was now a violently bright purple—a last-minute...
Maya stood in the corner of Leo's basement, clutching a red solo cup like it was her only lifeline. The house party was everything she'd imagined — thumping bass, laughter she didn...