Dare Dorm Wild Times ~upd~ -

Room 204 belonged to Marcus, a human hurricane with a grin that promised chaos. When Leo arrived, the room was already a pressure cooker. Jenna was balancing a broom on her chin. Two guys Leo barely knew were arm-wrestling on a mattress. Someone’s speaker blared a bass drop that rattled the light fixture.

They limped back to 204. Marcus declared him an honorary chaos agent. Someone pressed a juice box into his hand. Leo sat on a beanbag, feathers still clinging to his shirt, and felt something he hadn’t felt in months: completely, stupidly, wonderfully alive. dare dorm wild times

Leo looked at the ceiling, still grinning. “I hear the fourth-floor elevator has a loose panel. You can crawl on top of it.” Room 204 belonged to Marcus, a human hurricane