HAZEL
“Fire!” Someone screams. And at first, I think it’s a dream. But it’s not.
The frat house is on fire. Well, scratch that. Asher’s room is the one on fire. The door is burning. Fire is spreading from the carpet to the bed.
The bed where I’m lying in the middle of. I search for Asher in the room. He’s at the window, raising the shutters. His hair is askew and he looks rattled.
The longer I spend staring at him, the quicker the fire spreads. And I hear more voices stationed outside. They are banging on the door, trying to get inside.
“What’s happening?” I yell in order to be heard above the roaring flames. I try to get up and my limbs feel weak. I’m also naked.
“Someone started a fire in here,” Asher explains in a rush. “Some of the rugby guys are right outside the door. And b
