The wipeout game turned chaotic almost immediately.
The spinning padded arm kept sweeping across the trampoline while music blasted overhead and people shouted from around the arena.
At first, I stayed near the edge watching them.
That lasted less than five minutes.
Because somehow Pierce kept surviving purely through luck while talking entirely too much, and Ford got annoyingly competitive the second he realized Hayes was actually good at the game.
Leo spent most of the first round screaming dramatically every time the padded arm came close to him.
Not scared screaming.
Excited screaming.
The kind that made nearby people laugh.
“I DID IT!” he yelled after one successful jump.
“You survived one round,” Hayes said.
“That means I’m a champion.”
“No, it means you got lucky.”
Leo
