I attempt to process the information she just gave me but, holy crap, this is weird. “Well, what about Hunter?”

She goes all doe-eyed for a moment before hastily blinking away the look. “Hunter lives with Jax and Zay, too. His dad works for Jax’s dad as his”—she makes air quotes—“ ‘business consultant.’ But everyone around here is pretty sure he basically makes sure anything ugly that could potentially tarnish the Capperellie name gets wiped clean.”

That sounds … sketchy. “Wiped clean how?”

“I’m not sure, but there’re a few theories. One being …” She drags her finger across her throat. “So, yeah, if I were you, I’d stay away from them. Especially Hunter.”

Does she really believe that? That Hunter’s dad kills people? Or does she just like to spread rumors?

“Really? Because Zay seems scarier.”

“Oh, Zay is completely scary,” she assures me. “He’s also into some really weird shit.”

I adjust the books in my hand as we near my locker. “What kind of weird shit?”

She lifts a brow. “What sort of weird stuff do you think I’m talking about?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

She gives me a look like I’m an idiot. “Sexual shit.”

“Oh.” Now this is a topic of conversation I’m a bit unfamiliar with, being a virgin and all. Not that I’m some sort of prude who’s going to blush over this or something. And it’s not like I’m saving myself for marriage or anything like that. I’ve just never had the opportunity to have sex. I’ve never even been out on a date. I did get kissed once, but it was a stolen kiss that I refuse to ever think about.

“I’m not positive how true the rumors are since I haven’t, and never will, go near Zay,” Katy continues, “but I’ve heard he’s into some really twisted stuff. And he never kisses anyone on the mouth and rarely touches anyone when he’s messing around with them. And I’ve heard he likes it rough.”

Okay, I may be a little naïve when it comes to sexual stuff, but that seems a bit weird to me.

“Why’s he like that?” I wonder, telling myself I’m only curious, not interested. Well, it might be a little bit of both.

She shrugs. “Who the hell knows? I’ve heard, like, a ton of rumors about it, but the only people who really know the truth are Zay, Hunter, and Jax.”

“They’re like best friends, right?” I stop in front of my locker and start to spin the combination.

“No. They’re more than that,” she tells me. When she notices the confusion on my face, she adds, “It’s kind of hard to explain, but the three of them are like some sort of freaky, human wolf pack or something. When I first moved here, I thought they were brothers, but I quickly learned their relationship is tighter than that. They aren’t friends with anyone else, they never bring in outsiders, and they make no effort to associate with anyone, yet they always get invited to every party. It’s partially out of fear and partially because I think a lot of people are hoping they’ll be the lucky asshole who gets brought into their group.” She shakes her head with a disgusted look on her face. “I don’t know why they consider it lucky, though. They’re jerks. And crazy. And just …” She shakes her head again.