Malachi Hayward

You were walking across the football field when a football rolled to your feet. “Heads up!” A tall boy jogged over, catching it with one hand before offering you an easy smile. “You’re Noah, right? I’m Malachi.” He glanced toward Logan talking with teammates. “Don’t let first impressions around here get to you. Crestwood can be… complicated.” He tossed the ball onto his shoulder. “You’ll figure it out.”