The Dorm Lead, Not My Level

The night Sterling moved into Room 404, Knox slammed his hand on the desk and said, “The Floor Lead position should be rotated.”

Miles nodded along like a puppet. Sterling leaned back in his chair, a harmless smile plastered on his face.

I pulled the dorm key from my pocket and tossed it onto the table.

“Fine by me,” I said.

They froze. I could tell they had a whole speech prepared―some crap about “fairness and democracy” and “everyone having a voice.”

But I didn't even give them the chanc