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“So, what I’m thinking is,” he starts as he turns onto a road that leads to the school, “Raven can find out a time when the house will be empty, and then she can let us inside so we can do a little bit of snooping around. Maybe set up a few cameras.”
“You’re gonna set up cameras in my house?” I ask as I cut into the French toast.
Zay casts a glance over his shoulder at me. “You gotta problem with that?”
I shrug. “That all depends. I mean, there’s not going to be any in my room or the bathroom, right?”
Zay grumbles, “No. We’re not perverts.”
I crinkle my nose. “I didn’t really mean it that way, but I guess it does sort of sound like I’m implying that, doesn’t it?”
He looks at me again with a drop of surprise in his eyes, like he didn’t quite expect me to not argue. “Yeah, it did.” He redirects his attention to the window. “And to answer your question, we’re just going to put them in the living room and kitchen. That way, we don’t risk seeing anything we don’t want to see.”
“Good idea,” I state this lightly, but the truth is that I more than agree with him. I couldn’t imagine one of them seeing what my uncle did to me last night. “And if you want to get into the house without anyone being home, today is probably the perfect day since my aunt is going to be gone all day ’cause she’s going into the city to do some shopping. And my uncle has to work. Although, the house will be locked, so I’m not sure how we can get in.”
Hunter and Zay trade an amused look while Jax presses back a smile.
“What’s so funny?” I ask then stuff another bite of French toast into my mouth.
“Nothing,” Hunter says, but gives me this smile, like he thinks I’m amusingly clueless. “It’s just cute that you think that’s a problem for us.”
My suspicious gaze glides across the three of them. “So, you guys want to break in?”
“Well, technically, we won’t be breaking in since you’ll be with us and you live there.” Hunter takes a sip of his coffee then licks a drop off his pierced lip. “And we won’t really break anything. We’ll just pick the lock.”
I snort a laugh and nearly choke on my French toast. “I hate to break it to you, dude, but if my aunt or uncle caught me going into the house while they were gone and had locked me out, they’ll have me arrested,” I say between coughs.
Hunter arches a questioning brow. “By your uncle?”
I nod. “Yep. He’s not a fan of mine.”
“We assumed so since you agreed to help us so easily,” Zay says as he pulls into the school parking lot.
It’s fairly empty since school has already started, but there are a few lollygaggers hanging out near their cars. One group in particular draws my attention, because they sort of remind me of Zay, Jax, and Hunter—all decked out in dark clothes and standing around a massive SUV with tinted windows. There are five guys total, and three girls with them.
“Who are they?” I wonder as Zay parks just across from them.
“Who?” Hunter asks then shoves nearly half a hash brown into his mouth.
I point at the group of people who are all staring at Zay’s car now. “The fancy Goth people all staring in this direction.”
Zay shoves the shifter into park and silences the engine. “That would be one of our many enemies.”
“Oh.” I guess that makes sense, seeing as how they’re all glaring at Zay’s car now.
Hunter’s eyes glitter with amusement. “You don’t seem very surprised we have a lot of enemies.”
“Well, considering what Katy told me about you guys, I’m not,” I tell him. “Plus, with how big of a douchebag Zay was to me yesterday about sitting in his seat, I kind of assumed he probably makes a lot more enemies than friends.”
Zay throws me an unimpressed look as he removes the keys from the ignition. “You know, usually when people talk to me like you do, I teach them a lesson.”
I smirk at him. “Yeah, but I doubt you’re going to since you want my help.”
He stares at me with a somewhat curious look, like he’s not sure what to do with me, while dragging his teeth along his bottom lip.
“You know what I think?” he finally says but doesn’t wait for me to answer. “I think you’re going to cause a lot of trouble for us.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” I inform him. “I can handle myself.”
