“You’re bleeding,” she said.

“That’s a concussion waiting to happen,” Leo said.

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.

Marcus spotted Leo hovering in the doorway. “The tea man cometh!” he bellowed. “Leo. I dare you.”

The crowd—which had followed at a safe distance—erupted. Marcus whooped. Jenna screamed “I GOT IT!” Chloe ran down and helped him up, her worry melting into a smile.

He slid to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, surrounded by white fluff, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

The “wild times” rule was simple: no destruction, no blood, no complaints. Everything else was fair game.

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“You’re bleeding,” she said.

“That’s a concussion waiting to happen,” Leo said.

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.

Marcus spotted Leo hovering in the doorway. “The tea man cometh!” he bellowed. “Leo. I dare you.”

The crowd—which had followed at a safe distance—erupted. Marcus whooped. Jenna screamed “I GOT IT!” Chloe ran down and helped him up, her worry melting into a smile.

He slid to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, surrounded by white fluff, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

The “wild times” rule was simple: no destruction, no blood, no complaints. Everything else was fair game.