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Pyramid Scheme on Court Three

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The social hierarchy of Northwood High worked like a pyramid. At the top sat the varsity athletes and TikTok-famous kids, while everyone else scrambled for footing somewhere in the middle. I'd comfortably settled at bottom level with the theater kids—until Jordan decided it was time for an "image refresh."

"You're joining padel club," she announced at lunch, sliding a flyer across the cafeteria table. "It's basically tennis but cooler. Plus, Tyler's playing."

Tyler, who sat three pyramid levels above me and had smiled at me once in sophomore year by what I assumed was accident.

So there I was, Friday afternoon, gripping a rental racquet like it might bite me. Court three smelled like rubber and desperation. My opponent? Caleb "The Bull" Mendoza, varsity tennis captain, whose aggression on court was legendary and whose patience with beginners was nonexistent.

"First to eleven," Caleb said, barely looking up from his phone. "Don't cry when I crush you."

The game started predictably—Caleb slamming every ball with enough force to break windows while I flailed inelegantly. But somewhere around game point, something shifted. Maybe it was Jordan screaming "YOU GOT THIS, CHASE AWAY THE SADNESS" from the sidelines. Maybe it was watching Tyler actually face-palm at Caleb's sportsmanship. Or maybe I just got sick of being at the bottom of someone else's pyramid.

I stopped playing scared.

Caleb served hard, expecting me to panic. Instead, I read it, stepped in, and flicked my wrist—just like the YouTube tutorial showed. The ball kissed the corner of the glass wall, dropped perfectly into the cage. Caleb stood frozen, mouth actually open.

"Bull," he muttered, staring at where the ball had landed.

"That's game," I said, surprising myself. "Wanna go again?"

Later, as we all grabbed smoothies, Tyler slid into the booth beside me. "That shot was insane. You playing next week?" Jordan winked at me from across the table. The pyramid hadn't exactly crumbled, but I'd found a handhold that felt like mine. And Caleb? Never questioned my calls again.