“Who died?” grumbled Marvin. “No music, Jax?”
“Shut up, Marvin,” Jackson ordered.
“What the fuck is your problem? I can’t ask to put music on, I can’t talk about the girl drooling over the hand tattoos yesterday.”
“Hand tattoos?” I asked, intrigued.
“Do you like them, June?” Marvin asked me, smiling.
“I’m not crazy about them,” I admitted, observing his fully tatted neck.
“She was obsessed, even with the rings.” He addressed Will, who didn’t seem interested in the subject at all.
“And rings? All the girls like them, don’t they?”
“I don’t know.” I looked down at William’s completely tattoo-free hands and shrugged slightly.
When I looked in front of me, I stared at James’s hand grabbing the headrest of the front seat. I usually didn’t notice guys’ hands, but James really had nice hands. I gulped, and turned to the window, while Marvin teased Jackson by tickling his neck.
“Are you an asshole?”
“What, you don’t like it, Jax?”
“No. Especially not when I’m driving!” complained the blond, adjusting the collar of his letterman jacket. Will burst out laughing.
“Cut the shit. We gotta talk about serious stuff.” James said those words gruffly, breaking up the laughter. “Someone should talk with Blaze. I wanna know what the principal’s plotting,” he added.
“How’s your relationship with Blaze?” Will turned to me, and I couldn’t help but frown.
I wanted to talk to Blaze, not use him to get information.
“Good, but—”
“I’ll go talk to him.” Jackson cut me off.
James put his arm around him, but Jackson dodged him.
“You’re a bastard, Jax,” spat James, laughing and rubbing his back.
James’s hands climbed back up along the nape of Jackson’s neck, then he ran his fingers through his friend’s hair.
“Why?” asked Jackson, tensing up but without pulling away from his friend’s touch.
“Why are you saying that?” demanded Will, who seemed to not understand.
“Come on, everyone knows Blaze would pay to have all of this Greek god to himself,” chortled James, giving his friend a pat on the stomach.
I saw Jackson hold his breath. James’s hands weren’t that indifferent to him, then. He seemed tense.
“James,” warned Will, “enough.”
“What the fuck did I say?”
“That seems like a great idea,” I added, but James attacked me immediately.
“Did anyone ask for your fucking opinion, White?”
I sensed a hint of jealousy in his voice. What did he know about Jackson and Blaze? If there was anything to know.
