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.
“That’s a concussion waiting to happen,” Leo said. dare dorm wild times
“I dare you to ride the laundry cart down the third-floor ramp.” He tucked and rolled, just like in the
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. He tucked and rolled
And for the first time, he meant it.
He climbed into the cart, knees to his chest. Marcus gave him a two-finger salute. Jenna filmed.