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Social Pyramid Protocol

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Maya dragged herself through third period, operating on pure caffeine vibes and three hours of sleep. Senior year was supposed to be the peak, but instead she felt like she was stuck in permanent zombie mode—shuffling through the hallways while her brain lagged five seconds behind reality.

At lunch, she sat with her usual crew near the back of the cafeteria, strategically positioned beneath the ancient cable bundle that ran along the ceiling. Their spot was far from the social pyramid's apex, where the popular kids held court like they were starring in their own reality show. Not that Maya cared. Okay, maybe she cared a little.

"Did you see Carlos's Instagram?" Jordan asked, practically vibrating with gossip energy. "He's definitely sliding into DMs."

Maya nodded absently, her mind elsewhere. Specifically, on the baseball field outside the window, where Ethan from AP Chem was warming up for practice. He'd smiled at her yesterday when they partnered up for lab, and Maya had spent the entire night overanalyzing it until her cat, Nacho, had literally walked across her face at 2 AM demanding attention.

"Earth to Maya," Jordan waved a hand. "I said, are you coming to Skylar's party Friday?"

The party. The one everyone was talking about. The one where being seen there meant you'd officially leveled up in the high school hierarchy. Maya's stomach did that thing where it tried to escape through her throat.

"I don't know," Maya hedged. "I was thinking—"

"You're thinking too much," Jordan cut in. "Look, this pyramid scheme we call high school? You can't just stay in your lane forever. Sometimes you gotta make a move."

Maya glanced back at the baseball field. Ethan had just caught a fly ball, jumping like he defied gravity. He high-fived his teammates, laughing at something.

"Fine," Maya said, surprising herself. "I'll go."

Nachos, her actual cat, would judge her for this. But zombie-mode Maya was done playing it safe. Sometimes you had to climb the pyramid—or at least attempt a single awkward step upward.