Leo could have said no. He should have said no. But something about the way Jenna raised an eyebrow, the way the room leaned in—it felt less like peer pressure and more like an invitation. Come see what you’re made of.
Chloe’s eyes went wide. “That’s insane.”
“That’s a concussion waiting to happen,” Leo said. dare dorm wild times
“Exactly,” Marcus said, grinning. “Wild times.”
A collective oooh rippled through. The laundry room was in the basement. The ramp, meant for carts and dollies, was a steep, concrete chute with a ninety-degree turn at the bottom. It was famously forbidden. Also famously untested. Leo could have said no
The dare came via a crackling group chat at 11:47 PM. “Dorm 204. Wild times. You in?”
“In,” he typed.
Leo looked at the ceiling, still grinning. “I hear the fourth-floor elevator has a loose panel. You can crawl on top of it.”