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Maya stared at the notification on her iPhone screen, thumb hovering. "Noah likes you 💕" — from Jenna. The same Jenna who'd spent three weeks telling Maya that Noah thought she wa...
I'd spent two hours perfecting my hair—curling every strand into beachy waves that were supposed to say "effortlessly cool." But one dip in Jake's pool turned my masterpiece into a...
Maya pressed her back against the scratched lockers, heart hammering like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. She was playing spy again—watching Tyler's friend group from behin...
I knew Marcus was acting sus. Like, fully sketchy. He'd been ghosting me for weeks, and when we did hang, he'd always check his phone every thirty seconds, smiling at notifications...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her grip on the padel racket. The new kid, Leo, stood across the court, looking annoyingly calm while her friends watched from the benc...
Kai's hair was supposed to be masterpiece. Three hours of work, four boxes of neon orange dye, and one very questionable TikTok tutorial later, she looked like a traffic cone that ...
My palms were sweating. Again. I wiped them on my jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim, but it didn't help. My palms were basically their own ecosystem at this point, especial...
The moment I dyed my hair midnight blue, my mom practically had a stroke. "You look like a smurf on steroids," she said, but honestly? That was kind of the point. Junior year was a...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the neon orange gummy vitamin like it was some kind of peace offering. "You're not leaving without this. Coach says padel tryou...
The carnival lights blurred as Maya sprinted past the Tilt-A-Whirl, her dog Barnaby lagging behind like he knew exactly what she was running from. "Nice form," someone called from ...
The orange glow of sunset hit the padel court just as Jax's serve sailed way past the line. Again. "Bro, you're literally dogwater today," I laughed, wiping sweat from my forehead...
The pool party was already mid-swing when I arrived, fashionably late and sweating through my favorite tee. I spotted Maya by the snack table, laughing at something Tyler said. Tyl...