pulls at his lips as he hops off the table. “Getting high isn’t going to stop me from going to school, little raven. I’m surprised you’d think that because I’m pretty sure you were high when we picked you up this morning.”
“I don’t think getting high is going to keep you from going to school,” I explain. “I just mean that you’re sitting back here chilling and snorting lines when we’re way late for school. And no one else seems that eager to go, so I’m starting to question if you guys plan on going at all today. And it’s cool if you wanna ditch, but like I said earlier, I have to go.”
“And I already said I can get you out of getting into trouble for missing school.”
“So you’re not going to go then?”
He shrugs. “Maybe. Maybe not. It all depends on how long Jax ends up taking.”
My brows knit. “What’s he doing? Screwing this Quinn person? Which FYI, why haven’t I seen this Quinn? Does Jax have her like locked in the office or something?”
“Nah, he was never actually fucking Quinn. We were just messing with you. Quinn’s just a person who works here. She’s probably in the kitchen right now.” Hunter steps closer to me, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “But why did you say that like Jax might actually have some person locked up?”
“Because the way you guys talk about him it seems like it could be a pretty realistic possibility. Plus, considering what you guys did to me yesterday… Anything seems possible when it comes to you guys.”
“And yet you’re still here,” he says amusedly.
I shrug. “Yeah, but I’m also not that smart either.”
“I doubt that. In fact, it seems like there’s a lot going on in that pretty head of yours.” He pauses, chewing on his bottom lip. “Maybe you should share some of it with me.”
I lift a brow. “You want me to share what’s going on inside my head? For reals?”
“Yeah, for reals.” He grins. “What’s so weird about that?”
I eye him over suspiciously, thinking about the text I received earlier, warning me to be careful around The Raven Three. “I don’t know… I just… Why? Why would you want to know what’s going on inside my head? Zay’s looked up enough about me that you guys know about my background, so you know it’s creepy as fuck… that I’m creepy as fuck.”
The corners of his lips quirk. “We’re creepy as fuck.”
“Yeah, true.” Still, I’m a bit suspicious of why he’s trying to get me to open up to him.
He reduces the space between us until the tips of his boots touch mine. “Guess that means we’re all gonna be creepy fucks together. So tell me creepy little fuck,” he winks at me and I shake my head, fighting back a smile. “What’s going on in that creepy as fuck mind of yours.” He reaches out and grazes his knuckles across my cheekbone.
For some dumbass reason, my eyelashes flutter. It annoys the hell out of me. I mean, I just got a text from someone warning me about these guys. Although, it could’ve been some rando who sent it. Who the hell knows. I honestly feel like I don’t know anything anymore. Like my life has been cracking apart beneath me for years and it’s about to shatter. And I have no damn clue where I’m going to fall.
A smirk starts to form on Hunter’s face, so I step back and swing around him, trying to pretend like I didn’t just get all flustered from him touching me.
“Lots and lots of creepy things,” I assure him, wandering toward the table. “I’m not gonna tell you any more about me, though. I’m all shared out for the day.” I come to a stop in front of the table and stare down at the thin, white lines, remembering how blissfully content Hunter looked right after he snorted some. I want that feeling. Usually, I can smoke enough to get it. But I didn’t do enough this morning, and now I’m stuck dealing with everything, and part of me just wants to go home where I can lock myself in my room and pretend this day never happened. That I’m just a normal girl that doesn’t have a mind crammed with images of murder, who has normal friends, who doesn’t have trust issues, who doesn’t zone out for no reason.
I want to be normal. But how the fuck can I know what normal is if