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“I’m worried he’s not going to be able to get us out of detention.” I tear my gaze off the office door. “I was in the office yesterday, and the receptionist told him no more passes.”
Jax just smiles. Even the edges of Zay’s lips tug upward, his gaze remaining glued to his phone.
“He’ll be able to pull it off,” Jax says with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “If there’s one thing Hunter is good at, it’s charming people into getting what he wants.”
“Something I thought you already caught onto.” Zay shoves his phone into his pocket and looks at me with his intense eyes. “I mean, he did it with you, right?”
“Don’t be an asshole,” Jax says to him.
“I’m not being an asshole. Just stating a fact,” he tells Jax but keeps his gaze fastened on me.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” I question. “Do you want me to agree with that or something?”
A challenge dances in his eyes. “If it’s the truth, then yes.”
“Okay. Then, yes, I agree,” I say. An arrogant grin starts to curl at his lips when I add, “That you are being an asshole.”
His smile dissolves, and Jax bites back a laugh. Zay gives him a dirty look, but Jax disregards it and sticks his fist out in my direction.
“Nice one,” he says to me.
I tap my fist against his, unable to stop a small smile from tugging at my lips.
Zay stares at me, not really glaring, but it’s not a friendly look, either. It’s almost like he can’t decide what to do with me, and it’s frustrating the hell out of him.
Story of my damn life.
Zay slowly steps toward me.
“Zay,” Jax says with a warning in his tone.
Katy had mentioned that people feared him, but I question if that’s exaggerated.Maybe I’m about to find out.
“You’re not afraid of me, are you?” he asks, assessing me with intrigue.
“No, but I’m not afraid of much.” How could I be when fear has been my life for years now? I’ve felt so much fear for so long that it’s just one of those things that live inside me, but I don’t fully feel it anymore.
“Yeah, I got that already. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not, though,” he states, his gaze continuing to dissect me. He remains that way for a few slamming heartbeats before stepping back. “Meet us at my car at lunch. We’re going to head over to your house.” Then he turns and strides away down the hallway, making a turn around the corner.
I release a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding then turn to Jax. “Is he always so intense?”
Jax nods. “Pretty much. Don’t worry, though; he likes you.”
“And you came to that assumption because …?” I lift my brows in doubt.
He smiles amusedly. “Well, for starters, he let you into our group, something that hasn’t happened in … a while.” For a moment, I swear I see panic in his eyes, but he quickly erases it. “Plus, he never lets anyone talk so defiantly toward him without losing his shit.”
“He’s lost his shit with me.”
“Sort of, I guess.”
His nonchalant attitude makes me wonder what Zay normally does to people who smart off to him.
“Don’t worry; it’s a good thing that he likes you,” Jax tells me, misreading my expression. “You want someone like Zay to have your back.”
He’s possibly right. And I guess, in a way, Zay and I are alike, mostly with our toughness. I’ve just never had a group of friends that I knew would have my back, so my confidence is a bit lower, I think.
“What about you?” I wonder.
