Seeing as how Jude hadn’t attacked Anton at his locker in the morning, Anton launched a counter-attack after school, and hugged Jude from behind before even saying hello. It made Jude jump and swear at him, but then that still-absurdly-good-looking face softened.
“I’m sorry about this morning,” he said, and Anton shrugged.
“It’s okay. You were right, just…a bit not the right way to say it.”
Jude smiled wanly. “Yeah, maybe.”
“You still feeling s**t?”
“Just grumpy. They called my dad. He’s going to have a massive go at me when I get home.”
“So come to mine first,” Anton said, taking Jude’s hand and stuffing it in his own jacket pocket. He felt oddly possessive when Jude looked down, he decided, and leaned up to kiss the corner of Jude’s mouth. “I still have that thing I want your opini
