•• “It was special to you?” “Yes, it meant the world to me.” Blaze has his back up against his headboard, bright images of Harmony’s big, watery eyes afflicting his mind. He can’t understand what on earth is wrong with him. Last night he had the opportunity to tear her innocence away with just one shot, and yet he couldn’t find the will to take things farther than a kiss. He mentally used the excuse that he didn’t want to chase her away by being too forward, but when has Blaze Xander ever cared about being too forward? And then that sudden strange feeling he got when she told him how precious what she just gave him was. His head is probably fucking up even more than it already is because he isn’t being himself at all. “Ow, fuck!” He curses aloud, tightly groping his now throbbing neck. “Did you just bite me?” He gawks at the bronze-haired girl who is currently sitting on his groin, her thick, creamy thighs press

•• Harmony Class finally ends without someone getting stabbed to death and I am more than relieved. While all the students get up from their seats, Blaze gazes over at me as I stuff my notebook into my bag. “Where are you heading now, Harmony?” I peer up at him. His full lips are dragged into a smirk as if he hadn’t just had an almost bloody altercation with his lecturer. Is he bipolar? I blink rapidly, focusing back to my bag as I zip it up. “I-I think I have another class.” "You think?" I look up at him as he splays an arm over my chair. “Not sure?” “No-I mean yeah, I am sure. I have International Fiction.” He rubs his chin. “What the fuck is that?” “Um, I guess it has to do with books and writing...stuff like that.” He nods comprehensively. I purse my lips as I stand up from my seat, and he gets up too, placing his bag ont

**HarmonyHe parks the car and shuts his engine off, the peaceful stillness of the forest area making its presence known.“Where are we?” I ask untrustingly, unsnapping my seatbelt with skepticism. Well, it sure is a little too late for me to be scared, isn’t it?“Well, we are at the spot where I kill you and dump your cute little body in a river, then smoke a cigar and head back to school.”My mouth falls open and he laughs hard, easily getting out of his car and stretching his limbs with a groan. His shirt rides up and my eyes glimpse a small scripted tattoo on his waist, right below his stomach and near to his groin. Before I can examine what is written there, his tank shirt falls back over it.“I am kidding green eyes, we are at the place where I answer the question you asked me earlier at school.” He places his palm on the driver’s door. “So don’t loo

“Would you take the wheel if I lose control? If I’m lying here will you take me home? Could you take care of a broken soul? Will you hold me now? Oh, will you take me home?” —Jess Glynne. Chapter Theme Song: ‘Take Me Home’ by Jess Glynne. •• Blaze My dad says I am vindictive and petty but leave it to Justine Meyers to break my record. It’s not rocket science to perceive that the reason she asked Harmony to ‘showcase her talent’ is that she’s just jealous. Her trifling antics won’t erase the fact that I had politely informed her to remove herself from my groin the other day, and it definitely won’t remove the fact that when I am bored of someone, it can never rewind. I find her envy amusing, but the fact that Harmony is standing at the front of the room with anxiety written all over her face deeply bothers me. I am starting to feel troubled that I forced her

“Need you when I’m broken, when I’m fixed. Need you when I’m well and when I’m sick. Friends that I rely on don’t come through. They run like the river but not you.” —Zayn Malik. Chapter Theme Song: ‘There You Are’ by Zayn Malik. (^A/N: This song fits Blaze so much!! :) •• Harmony “Stay away from me then!” The words he uttered yesterday during his aggressive state have been plaguing my thoughts ever since. Did he mean them? Judging from the rage his eyes held, I am surer than not that he did. To be honest, I was wrong. I should have never run ahead and judged him without seeking out the full story first, and now I just became like everyone else. I feel like I have failed both him and myself somehow. While April showers, I get dressed in a knee-length jean skirt and a black long-sleeved top. I let my hair flo