Hunter’s lips part in surprise. “Okay, that’s so not what I was expecting you to say.”

Jax appears to be a bit shocked, as well. Zay doesn’t seem to share the feeling.

“I’m not that surprised,” Zay says, his gaze never wavering from mine. “So he found out you were stealing drugs from him and got pissed?”

I nod, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “It wasn’t coincidental that he found out. Dixie May, my cousin, was pissed off because I didn’t meet up with her at lunchtime to give her her makeup case.”

“Dixie May?” Zay mutters confusedly. “Why does that name sound so familiar?”

“She’s that ditzy blonde girl who tried to hit on you while we were taking a bathroom break during suspension,” Jax tells him, brushing strands of hair out of his face.

“Shit. For reals?” Zay asks, looking at me.

I lift a shoulder. “Probably. I mean, I didn’t see it happen, but you guys are all FH, so I’m sure she’s probably going to hit on all of you.” I bite down on my tongue, realizing I already told Hunter what that meant.

Zay’s brows knit. “What’s an FH?”

“Yeah, what does that mean?” Hunter asks me with a teasing grin.

Zay looks at me expectantly while Hunter just grins, totally amused with the situation because he knows exactly what it means.

Jax, however, is not looking at me expectantly. He’s looking at me like he knows exactly what it means.

My cheeks warm, but since it’s dark, they probably can’t see, so I play it cool. “Now, what would be the fun in telling you?”

“Because then I’d know,” Zay says, then looks at Hunter. “Tell me, man.”

Hunter shoots me a playful look to which I respond with a teasing glare.

He smiles. So do I. I can’t help it. His personality makes it impossible not to smile.

Zay looks between us with a crease between his brows. “Okay, would someone please tell me what the damn thing means.”

A beat of silence ticks by where no one says anything, and then Zay huffs out a frustrated exhale.

“But anyway,” I steer the conversation back to what we were talking about before. “Dixie May got pissed at me for the whole makeup case thing and told my uncle about how I stole from his stash. Though I have no freakin’ clue how she knew I was stealing from him or where I hid all the drugs I stole.”

“Could she have been spying on you?” Jax suggests.

“Maybe. She can be sneaky when she wants to,” I say. “But I thought I was being sneaky, too. Plus, I hide everything I steal underneath a floorboard in my room. Well, I did before we moved … Maybe she saw me move it around when we moved.”

“We can look into that later,” Zay states, making me wonder how. Before I can ask, he continues, “What I want to know now is how your uncle didn’t get busted. Because I’m assuming his drug stash came from him stealing a little bit here and there from the raids he did.”