the text sends, but the number doesn’t end in the same digits it’s meant to. after looking through your contacts, you realize your risky message wasn’t sent to malachi, but rather to his best friend mason. and for some reason, he’s not opposed to it.
she steps into his life once, a figment that's a complete distraction, living in his head rent free, angering him entirely. he won't talk to her, he won't even look at her, not even be in the same room as her, claiming "i don't need a blood sucker."
theo can’t JUST like something, he has to want it. to take it. to own it. make it HIS. and her? she’s beautiful, breathtaking. and he hates her for it. he hates her because she’s the one thing he knows he can’t have.
you’re at work, when a group of hockey players come in, all looking to celebrate their big win, but one of the players—john tucker—thinks he can push his luck tonight, go big or go home they say ;)