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Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her darkened bedroom. 2:47 AM. Again.

For three nights, she'd watched the same pattern: Jenna's Instagram story popping up at midnight, always at the new padel club downtown. The neon "PADEL AND SOCIAL" logo blurred in the background, Jenna's laugh megawatt-bright with people Maya didn't recognize.

Her best friend. Her ride-or-die since seventh grade. Now suddenly too busy for homework hangouts, but apparently not too busy for late-night padel sessions with strangers.

"I'm just tired," Jenna had texted earlier that day when Maya asked to come over. "Big test tomorrow."

Maya's stomach twisted. The spy mode she'd slipped into felt pathetic—stalking her own friend like some creeper. But what else was she supposed to do when her person was drifting away without explanation?

Her phone dinged. Another story from someone named @cxrla. Maya tapped it, heart hammering.

There was Jenna, sweat-streaked and grinning, gripping a padel racket. But behind her—Maya froze—was a familiar purple banner. The banner Maya had stayed up until 3 AM painting last month: "HAPPY SWEET 16 MAYA!"

They were at the community center. The one where Maya had her surprise party tomorrow. The one Jenna had supposedly forgotten about.

Maya's fingers trembled as she swiped to the next slide. A video: Jenna and a bunch of girls from school, all wearing padel outfits, taking swings at—Maya squinted—what?

They weren't playing. They were practicing. For the surprise tournament Jenna had organized. Maya's phone buzzed with a text from Jenna's mom: "Jenna's been at the center every night this week coordinating your birthday bash. She's exhausted but won't quit."

Maya covered her face, laughing through the lump in her throat. All this time, she'd thought she was losing her friend. Instead, she'd found out exactly what kind of friend she had—the kind who spent weeks secretly planning padel tournaments for birthday surprises.

The iPhone screen went dark, but Maya's room felt brighter than it had in days. Some truths deserved a double tap.