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“Jesus, they have a Camaro and a GTO,” I mumble as I observe Jax. “Lucky.”
Jax is dressed in a black shirt with a matching hoodie and jeans. Leather bands ornament his wrists, his facial piercing glint in the sunlight, and his inky black hair hangs in his eyes. He doesn’t notice me as he stares at the lower section of the house. Then he turns toward the car, makes a signal with his fingers, and Hunter climbs out of the passenger side from the back seat.
He’s wearing an all-black outfit, too, but his pants have pockets on the sides and a chain dangles from his belt loop. He’s also sporting a short-sleeved shirt and has a knitted cap on his head, strands of his blond hair dangling out from it. Even from up here, he still looks too gorgeous to be real.
I shift my gaze across them and to the driver’s seat as I take another hit. The windows are too tinted to see inside, but I’m betting Zay is sitting there—
My phone rings.
I startle then move to answer it, noting that Hunter has his phone pressed to his ear.
Sure enough,Hunterflashes across my screen.
“Hello?” I answer.
“Hey, so we’re outside your house, waiting on your pretty little ass to come out,” Hunter says in a cheerful tone, and I can see the smile on his face from all the way up here. “One of us can knock if you need us to. Not sure how strict your aunt and uncle are.”
Part of me wonders if he’s just asking to ask or if he’s trying to get more info about my aunt and uncle from me.
“I can just come down,” I tell him. “But why’re you and Jax just standing outside the car?”
“How did you know that …?” He trails off, his gaze straying to me. Then his smile widens. “Aw, are you admiring the view? Or just playing spy again?”
“Neither. But I am rolling my eyes at your cheesy view remark,” I quip.
He chuckles. “So damn cute.”
“And that’s me rolling my eyes again. But, for reals, why are you guys just standing out there?”
“Well, for starters, we’re waiting for you,” he replies amusedly.
“Right.” My stoner mind is making me an idiot.
I put out the joint on the side of the house.
“And also, Jax and I are having a little bit of a disagreement,” Hunter adds.
“And that requires you to stand outside the car?” I duck back inside and put the joint up. Then I shut the window and douse myself with some perfume.
“Well, the disagreement is who gets to sit in the back seat with you,” he explains. “I think we’re about to have a rock, paper, scissors throw down.”
“That you’re going to lose,” Jax remarks in the background.
“So, what? The loser has to sit in the back seat with me?” I ask as I collect my bag.
He gives a short pause. “Nah, the winner does.” Another pause. “Hey, Raven, I know you said you’re new to this whole friendship thing, but we do want to be your friend. And friends don’t okay rock, paper, scissors because theydon’twant to sit in the back seat with you. It works in the totally opposite way.”
For a moment, I sort of just stand there, trying to process his words. Then I try to be cool and say nonchalantly, “Okay,” like it’s no big deal that he’s saying all this stuff about wanting to be my friend.
But deep down, it is a big deal. And I feel nervous. While I try to be nonchalant most of the time, having friends is a whole new territory for me. I just hope I don’t mess it up.
And I hope it’s actually real.
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Raven
When I make it downstairs,I notice the house is pretty quiet. I figure my uncle must’ve left for work and Dixie May must’ve already left for school. But, as I’m passing the kitchen, I hear my uncle murmuring to someone on the phone.
