Reckless. Foolish. Disappointment.
All names Ive earned.
To the team, Im Halefire, the forward with the wickedest slapshot.
To the guy Im sleeping with and most of campus, Im just Zander.
Carefree Zander.
Never met a bad idea I didnt like.
Then, theres Malachi Blanchard. Who exudes danger in a way nothing—and no one—ever has.
He hates me. At least, I think he does.
So why is he bailing me out of my drunk shenanigans at three in the morning? Why is he helping me pass this awful Music Theory class?
Why does he watch me when I’m with his best friend like there’s something he wants?
I can’t pretend...
Reckless. Foolish. Disappointment.
All names Ive earned.
To the team, Im Halefire, the forward with the wickedest slapshot.
To the guy Im sleeping with and most of campus, Im just Zander.
Carefree Zander.
Never met a bad idea I didnt like.
Then, theres Malachi Blanchard. Who exudes danger in a way nothing—and no one—ever has.
He hates me. At least, I think he does.
So why is he bailing me out of my drunk shenanigans at three in the morning? Why is he helping me pass this awful Music Theory class?
Why does he watch me when I’m with his best friend like there’s something he wants?
I can’t pretend to understand the clashing feelings of security and danger that he evokes, but the longer I’m around it, the less I want to fight it.
It’s the way he whispers Wildfire all harsh and demanding—yet wrapped in warmth.
A fitting name.
Im gasoline, and hes the match. We’re striking every chance we get.
Its only a matter of time before we burn it all to the ground.
