Goldfish Confessions
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track for the third lap, her breath coming in short gasps. Running had always been her escape—the one place where overthinking couldn't catch up with her. But today, even the rhythm of her sneakers against the rubber couldn't drown out the chaos in her head.
"You're totally spying on him, aren't you?" Jenna had teased at lunch that day, gesturing toward where Ethan sat across the cafeteria.
"I'm not spying," Maya had insisted, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her. "I'm just... observing. There's a difference."
"Girl, you've been 'observing' Ethan since September. It's giving obsessed. Just talk to him already."
Maya couldn't explain that it wasn't that simple. When you've spent your whole life being the quiet one—the girl who sat in the back, who never raised her hand, who blended into lockers—suddenly putting yourself out there felt impossible. Like jumping into deep water without knowing how to swim.
At home, she flopped onto her bed and stared at her goldfish, Captain Bubbles, who swam in lazy circles around his bowl. He'd been her confidant since her parents got divorced last year, the one living thing who didn't expect her to be okay when she wasn't.
"You're lucky," she told him. "Nobody expects goldfish to have their life figured out."
Her phone buzzed. Jenna: [Ethan's looking at you rn]
Maya's heart did that annoying flutter thing. She typed back: [Liar]
[Check the ethernet cable behind you in the library tomorrow] Jenna replied.
What?
The next day, Maya found herself crouched behind the computer bank in the library, following Jenna's bizarre instructions. And there it was—a piece of paper taped to the cable connecting the last computer. In Ethan's handwriting: [I noticed you noticing me. Coffee after school?]
She grinned, realizing Jenna and her friends had been running an operation all along. And as she headed toward the cafeteria to finally say yes, Maya thought maybe deep water wasn't so scary after all. Sometimes you just had to take the plunge.