And for the first time, he meant it.
The dare came via a crackling group chat at 11:47 PM. “Dorm 204. Wild times. You in?” dare dorm wild times
He slid to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, surrounded by white fluff, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. And for the first time, he meant it
“Exactly,” Marcus said, grinning. “Wild times.” Wild times
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.
The “wild times” rule was simple: no destruction, no blood, no complaints. Everything else was fair game.
“You don’t have to do this,” whispered Chloe, who had followed him down. She was the only one who looked genuinely worried.