He tucked and rolled, just like in the one martial arts class he’d taken freshman year. The cart clattered away. Leo’s shoulder hit the wall. His helmet cracked. The pillow exploded feathers.
He slid to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, surrounded by white fluff, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. dare dorm wild times
The crowd—which had followed at a safe distance—erupted. Marcus whooped. Jenna screamed “I GOT IT!” Chloe ran down and helped him up, her worry melting into a smile. He tucked and rolled, just like in the
Chloe’s eyes went wide. “That’s insane.” His helmet cracked
Leo stared at his phone, then at the mountain of untouched calculus homework. He was the quiet one on the third floor, known for his tea collection and ability to sleep through fire alarms. Wild, to him, meant using two sugars.
“Wild times,” Leo said.