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The Hat Hid Everything Except the Truth

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Maya's hair was doing that thing again—that frizzy, I-can't-believe-I-have-to-present-today thing. She yanked the beanie down, jam-style, hoping her curls wouldn't stage a rebellion before third period.

"Dude, you good?" Leo asked, tossing a padel racket between his hands like he'd been born holding one. "You look like you're about to face a firing squad, not try out for the team."

"My hair's fighting a war against humidity," Maya muttered, adjusting her hat for the fiftieth time. "And I'm pretty sure it's losing."

Leo laughed, but his phone kept buzzing against the cafeteria table. That stupid cable—the charging one he'd borrowed from her LAST Friday and still hadn't returned—was probably tangled in his backpack somewhere. Maya should've asked for it back, but asking Leo for anything felt like stepping into the sun without SPF 50.

"So about tryouts," Leo said, suddenly serious. "You coming?"

Maya's stomach did that full-on gymnast routine. She'd been playing padel with her dad since seventh grade, backyard courts and weekend tournaments, but nobody at North High knew that. Maya with the unruly hair and the perpetually tilted hat wasn't exactly athletics material, according to the cafeteria hierarchy.

"I dunno," she said, tracing the peeling linoleum with her sneaker. "Maybe."

"Bull." Leo leaned in, all up in her personal space like they were actual friends instead of just cafeteria-neighbors. "I've seen you play at the rec center. You've got moves, Maya. Just”—he gestured at her hat—"maybe lose the lid? Let people see you."

The bell rang, saving her from having to respond.

But tryouts happened anyway. And there she was, hair wild and hat abandoned on the bench, smashing a backhand down the line that made Coach's eyebrows practically relocate to his hairline. Leo whooped from the sidelines, that traitor, grinning like he'd known all along.

"Nice," he called out. "But you still owe me a rematch."

Maya's chest felt weirdly light. "You're on," she shot back. "But you're still returning my cable."