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The next day, Lunch started off normal.

For once, the cafeteria wasn't a war zone. People were actually sitting, eating, and minding their own business. No fights. No food flying through the air. No Trevor doing something stupid.

Yet.

Jasmine, Mia, and I had just sat down when we heard a loud, dramatic scoff from the food line.

We turned just in time to see Trevor holding up his lunch tray like it was a biohazard.

"Oh, come on!" he shouted loud enough for half the cafeteria to hear. "What is this garbage?"

The lunch lady, Ms. Patty, wasn't even phased. "It's meatloaf, kid. Take it or leave it."

Trevor recoiled like she had just offered him poison. "Meatloaf? This looks like someone ran over a raccoon and put it on my tray!"

Jasmine snorted. "Well, he's not wrong."

Mia smirked. "Yeah, but why is he acting like this is new? We've been suffering through this food for years."

I shook my head. "Because Trevor always needs a cause to fight for."

And right on cue, Trevor did the most Trevor thing imaginable.

He climbed onto the lunch table.

The entire cafeteria went silent.

"FELLOW STUDENTS!" he bellowed, throwing his arms wide like he was delivering the speech of the century. "This school has been poisoning us with disgusting, low-quality meals for too long! It's time to take a stand!"

Jasmine dropped her fork. "Oh my gosh."

Mia covered her face, already laughing. "He's not doing this right now."

Oh, but he was.

Trevor pointed dramatically at the tray in his hands. "This is not food! This is a crime against humanity! We, as proud Americans, deserve better than this!"

A few kids cheered, but most of the cafeteria just stared—some recording, some too shocked to react.

I sighed. "This is so embarrassing."

Trevor wasn't done.

"I demand that we—"

And then, without warning, Ms. Patty—the unshakable lunch lady—scooped a giant lump of mystery meat onto his tray.

SLAP.

Right in the middle of his rant.

Trevor froze. His entire body visibly stiffened.

The cafeteria went silent again.

Jasmine bit her fist to keep from laughing. Mia was shaking in her seat.

Ms. Patty didn't even blink. "There. Now eat it or move along."

Trevor looked down at his tray, at the grayish-brown slab of cafeteria sadness sitting there.

His face twisted in disgust.

"This is an outrage!" he cried, dramatically lifting the tray above his head.

"Trevor, don't—" I started.

But it was too late.

Trevor slammed the tray onto the table.

Meatloaf and mashed potatoes EXPLODED.

And then—

Trevor stepped in it.

Slipped.

And FELL.

It happened in slow motion.

One second, he was standing tall like a revolutionary leader. The next, his foot slid straight out from under him, and he went soaring through the air like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel.

Then—

THUD.

Trevor landed flat on his back, covered in mystery meat, mashed potatoes, and cafeteria shame.

The entire cafeteria ERUPTED.

People were howling with laughter. A kid at another table fell off his seat from laughing so hard. Phones were out instantly, capturing the exact moment Trevor became a meme.

Jasmine and Mia?

DEAD.

Jasmine had tears streaming down her face, gasping for air.

Mia was banging the table, wheezing.

I could barely hold myself together. "He—he wiped out in his own protest—"

Trevor groaned from the floor.

Ms. Patty, completely unfazed, picked up his discarded tray and dropped another scoop of meatloaf onto it.

"Pick it up when you're ready," she said, walking away like nothing happened.

Trevor just laid there, staring at the ceiling, his life choices flashing before his eyes.

I wiped away tears of laughter.

As the cafeteria chaos settled (well, as much as it could after witnessing Trevor's tragic downfall), Lexi walked in.

She scanned the room, eyes narrowing at the sight of Trevor still lying motionless on the floor, half-covered in mashed potatoes. Kids were still dying of laughter, and at least three people had their phones pointed directly at him.

Lexi blinked, then slowly turned to us, completely puzzled. "Okay... what did I miss?"

Jasmine, still wiping tears from her eyes, just shook her head. "Lexi. You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Lexi raised an eyebrow and sat down next to us, her curiosity growing. "Try me."

Mia, still giggling uncontrollably, took a deep breath and started, "Alright, soooooo... Trevor decided to stage a full-on revolution over the cafeteria food."

Lexi blinked again. "Excuse me?"

Jasmine, barely holding it together, continued, "Yeah, he literally climbed onto a table and started ranting about how 'real Americans deserve better meals.'"

Lexi looked deeply concerned. "You're joking."

I grinned, shaking my head. "Nope. He was shouting like some kind of political leader. And then..." I took a deep breath, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Ms. Patty shut him down."

Lexi's eyes widened. "The lunch lady?"

Mia nodded, still laughing. "Dude, she didn't even react. She just slapped a big scoop of mystery meat on his tray in the middle of his speech."

Lexi gasped, staring at me. "No."

"Oh, yes." I nodded. "And then, of course, Trevor had to be Trevor and tried to make a scene by slamming his tray on the table—"

Lexi leaned in. "And?"

Jasmine lost it again, barely able to say it through her laughter. "AND THEN HE SLIPPED ON HIS OWN FOOD AND FELL FLAT ON HIS BACK!"

Lexi choked on air.

She stared at me, then at Mia, then back at Trevor, who was still lying there like he had personally been betrayed by the cafeteria floor.

Then, she BURST OUT LAUGHING.

"Oh my—oh my GOSH, you guys—" she could barely speak, her face turning red from laughing so hard. "I missed THAT?!"

I wiped away a tear of pure joy. "We will never see something this funny again in our lifetime."

Lexi leaned on the table for support, still wheezing. "Please, please tell me someone got it on video."

Mia grinned, holding up her phone. "Oh, don't worry. The internet already knows."

Lexi groaned between laughs, shaking her head. "This is better than the brownies."

I smirked, glancing back at Trevor. He had finally started slowly sitting up, looking like he had just been through a war.

Jasmine, still giggling, sighed dramatically. "What's next? Is Trevor gonna start a protest against gravity?"

Lexi snorted. "Well, it did personally attack him today."

We all lost it again.

Meanwhile, Trevor groaned, wiping mashed potatoes off his face, and muttered, "I hate this school."

After Trevor's catastrophic failure at lunch, I figured he would lay low for the rest of the day.

But, of course, I forgot one very important fact.

Trevor has never learned a single lesson in his life.

So when we walked into science class later that afternoon, I had a feeling something stupid was coming.

And I was right.

Mr. Kettleton stood at the front of the classroom, writing the words Sir Isaac Newton and the Laws of Motion on the board.

The second he did, Jasmine's face lit up.

She turned to me, barely able to whisper through her laughter. "No way. There is NO WAY we're learning about gravity today."

Mia smirked. "You think Trevor's gonna—?"

She didn't even get to finish.

Because Trevor raised his hand.

Oh no.

"Mr. Kettleton," Trevor said dramatically, folding his arms. "I just wanna say, before we start, that I think gravity is a scam."

The entire class froze.

Mr. Kettleton slowly turned around, blinking. "...Excuse me?"

Trevor leaned back in his chair like some kind of intellectual mastermind. "Yeah. Gravity is just something they tell us is real. But how do we actually know it exists? Like, what if it's all just, I don't know, big government propaganda?"

Jasmine was dying. Mia buried her face in her hands.

I sat there, stunned into silence, trying to process the sheer stupidity I had just witnessed.

Mr. Kettleton, a man who had been through too much, closed his eyes for a long moment before sighing. "Trevor. Have you ever dropped something and watched it fall?"

Trevor shrugged. "Sure. But that doesn't prove gravity is real. Maybe things fall because... I don't know... that's just how they work."

"THAT'S GRAVITY," Mr. Kettleton said, exasperated.

"But what if," Trevor continued, doubling down on his nonsense, "we just believe in gravity because we've been told to? Like, what if I actually have the power to resist it, and I just don't realize it?"

The class erupted into whispers. People were recording. I had no doubt this was going viral.

Jasmine leaned over. "This is it. This is the greatest day of my life."

Mia wheezed. "I—I can't believe this is happening."

Mr. Kettleton massaged his temples. "Trevor. I need you to think very hard about what you just said."

Trevor grinned. "I have. And I think it's time we take a stand against gravity."

Mia choked. "He's actually doing it. He's protesting gravity."

"Think about it!" Trevor stood up, addressing the class like he was giving an inspirational speech. "How do we know gravity is really keeping us down? What if we're just accepting it? We need to fight back! We need to—"

And then.

It happened.

Trevor stepped backward.

His foot missed the edge of his chair.

And, as if the universe itself wanted to prove him wrong,

Gravity struck.

HARD.

Trevor WIPED OUT.

One second, he was standing there, challenging the laws of physics.

The next, he was on the floor, arms flailing, chair clattering beside him, his entire rebellion against gravity ending in DEFEAT.

Silence.

Then—

The room EXPLODED into laughter.

Mia was screaming. Jasmine had collapsed onto her desk. People were crying.

I, for once in my life, was completely speechless.

Trevor, on the floor, dazed, groaned, "Owwww..."

And then—without thinking—the words just slipped out of my mouth.

"So, uh... you still think gravity isn't real?"

The class LOST IT.

I hadn't even meant to embarrass him, but Trevor's entire face turned bright red. He scrambled to his feet, glaring at me like I had just personally ruined his life.

"You," he growled, pointing at me like a villain in a bad movie, "I will get revenge."

Jasmine LOST IT AGAIN. "OH MY GOSH—HE THINKS HE'S A SUPER VILLAIN NOW."

Mia wiped away tears of laughter. "What's he gonna do? Sue gravity?!"

Trevor grabbed his backpack and stomped out of the room, his face still burning with humiliation.

Mr. Kettleton let out a long, exhausted sigh. "I need a vacation."

I couldn't believe what he said.

Trevor had lost to gravity, embarrassed himself in front of the entire school, and now, apparently, had a personal vendetta against me.

Honestly?

I could not wait to see what ridiculous thing he tried next.