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Maya's palms were sweating against her iPhone as she sat behind home plate, watching Jake warm up on the pitcher's mound. This was it—her chance to finally talk to the cute junior ...
Leo's vitamin stash sat in his locker like a forbidden treasure—protein powder, creatine, something that promised "explosive growth." Freshman year, and he was tired of being the s...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted her orange-spotted fox ears in the bathroom mirror. First house party of sophomore year, and she'd gone full cosplay nerd while everyone else was...
I was basically a zombie from staying up until 3am every night playing Outbreak with Marcus. My mom said I looked like death, which honestly felt like a compliment to my gamer aest...
Maya's summer was supposed to be chill — just her, the beach house, and zero social pressure. But her mom had other plans, signing her up for padel lessons at the resort because 'i...
The spinach incident happened right when I was finally talking to Maya—like, actually talking, not just staring at the back of her head in homeroom. I'd been psyching myself up for...
The bleachers behind the baseball field were basically mission control for every social disaster that ever happened at Northwood High. That's where Maya found herself, exactly seve...
The smoothie sat on the kitchen counter like radioactive sludge, thick and grossly green. My mom's latest health phase meant I was now drinking what she called "nutrient-dense liqu...
The pool deck felt like the seventh circle of social hell. Maya stood there in her neon orange bikini—bright as a traffic cone, impossible to hide—while everyone else moved in effo...
Maya's goldfish, Bubbles, floated at the glass surface with that judgmental look he'd been giving her since seventh grade. "You're literally overthinking again," she told him, th...
Marcus stood at the plate, sweat dripping down his temple, gripping the bat like his life depended on it. Coach Miller's voice echoed across the field: "Come on, Hernandez! eyes on...
Maya's first house party wasn't exactly the movie moment she'd pictured. Instead of red cups and cute boys from Algebra II, she found herself clutching a lukewarm soda while someon...