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The Bear in the Basement

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Maya dragged herself through seventh period like a zombie, her brain still fried from last night's four-hour Netflix binge. The coiled ethernet cable behind her desk had been her only friend since sophomore year began—tangled, messy, but always connected.

"You're so spy-coded," joked Jax, leaning against Maya's locker. "Always lurking, always watching."

Maya rolled her eyes. "I'm not lurking. I'm observing. There's a difference."

"Same thing." Jax cracked open an orange soda, the fizz echoing down the hallway. "Anyway, party at Kai's Friday. You coming?"

The mention of Kai's name made Maya's chest do that weird fluttery thing it always did when someone she definitely didn't have a crush on came up in conversation. Kai Taylor, who sat behind her in AP Bio and smelled like sandalwood and confidence. Kai, who probably didn't even know Maya existed.

"I'll think about it," Maya lied.

Friday arrived too quickly. Maya stood outside Kai's house, clutching a plastic bag of chips she'd grabbed from her pantry, feeling like a fraud. The music thumped inside. She could just turn around. Go home. Rewatch that zombie show for the fifth time.

Then she saw it through the basement window—a literal bear. A stuffed one, anyway, wearing a graduation cap and sunglasses. Someone had propped it in the corner like it was the life of the party.

Maya snorted before she could stop herself.

The door swung open. Kai stood there, red solo cup in hand, grinning. "Oh hey! You made it. Come meet the bear."

"The what?"

"My grandpa's hunting trophy." Kai gestured to the stuffed bear in the corner. "We call him Bernard. He's the official party mascot."

"Bernard," Maya repeated. "Of course."

Kai laughed, and something in Maya's chest loosened. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe she didn't have to be a spy on the sidelines forever. Maybe she could just be Maya, standing in a basement with a guy who kept a stuffed bear at his parties, orange soda staining the carpet, and finally, finally, feeling like she belonged.