“I may be a traitor, but at least your long-ass legs aren’t folded up anymore.”

“True.” I stretch out my legs. “Though Hunter’s probably are.”

“Nah, he’s got stubby legs,” Jax quips, almost smiling again.

“What the hell is going on?” Zay abruptly says, rotating in his seat, his gaze skating between Jax and I.

Hunter is watching us with mild amusement as he answers Zay. “Well, I think our little Jax is finally having a bonding moment with someone.”

Jax scowls at him. “Stop.”

“What?” Hunter asks innocently.

Zay sighs and grumbles, “Jesus, here we go. We always have to have a comedy show going.”

A giggle tickles at the back of my throat. I try to hold it back but fail epically. “You guys are funny.”

Zay’s hard eyes narrow in on me. “Don’t encourage him.”

“No, please do encourage me.” Hunter grins at me, and I smile back. Then he smirks at Zay. “See? Raven thinks I’m funny.”

“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t,” Zay disagrees. “I think she’s just tolerating you.”

They start arguing back and forth.

I glance at Jax. “Is this normal?”

Jax crosses his arms and shrugs. “Sort of.”

“Oh.” My brows dip together as I redirect my attention back to Hunter and Zay, who are now arguing about who ate the last of the cereal this morning. I have no clue how the subject shifted, but what I’m really starting to wonder is … “Is this why you guys brought me here? To show me that you like to argue? Because, if so, point totally proven.”

Jax chokes on a laugh then smashes his lips together.

Zay again narrows his gaze on me while Hunter just smiles and shakes his head.

“I think we’re gonna have our hands full,” he remarks, but I’m uncertain who he’s speaking to.

Zay assesses me intently and with a hint of curiosity. “That we might be able to agree on.”

“She should get bonus points for that, then,” Jax suggests, uncrossing his arms.

“And maybe she should get bonus points for making you smile,” Hunter retorts. “Twice.”

I feel completely out of the loop, like they’re talking around me. “I hate to break up this conversation and everything, but I really would kind of like to know why Hunter brought me here.” I pause. “Not that I don’t like learning all about you guys’ little quirks, but we are sitting in the middle of the woods in the dark, so …”

“Are you scared of the dark?” Zay questions, watching me.

I shake my head. “No, not really. It’s more that I’m in a car with three guys I barely know, one of which I know isn’t a huge fan of me.”

“You sat in my seat,” Zay says like it explains everything.

“I didn’t know it was your seat when I did it,” I reply. “And the teacher told me they weren’t assigned.”

“Well, you could’ve moved when I asked you to,” Zay points out, resting his elbow on the back of the seat.