He slid to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, surrounded by white fluff, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.
Leo touched his lip. A little blood. “Worth it.”
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.
Marcus spotted Leo hovering in the doorway. “The tea man cometh!” he bellowed. “Leo. I dare you.”
“You’re bleeding,” she said.
“Wild times,” Leo said.
Five minutes later, Leo stood at the top of the ramp, wearing a bicycle helmet from the lost-and-found and a stolen dormitory pillow strapped to his chest with duct tape. The laundry cart was a rusted, three-wheeled beast with a wonky front caster. It smelled like fabric softener and regret.
He slid to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, surrounded by white fluff, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.
Leo touched his lip. A little blood. “Worth it.” dare dorm wild times
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
Marcus spotted Leo hovering in the doorway. “The tea man cometh!” he bellowed. “Leo. I dare you.” “Worth it
“You’re bleeding,” she said.
“Wild times,” Leo said.
Five minutes later, Leo stood at the top of the ramp, wearing a bicycle helmet from the lost-and-found and a stolen dormitory pillow strapped to his chest with duct tape. The laundry cart was a rusted, three-wheeled beast with a wonky front caster. It smelled like fabric softener and regret.