On Monday morning, there was a gift in his locker again. It was nothing fancy—a book voucher, in a glittery blue envelope and no explanatory note—but Jude teased him anyway, saying it was probably Bee again, and Anton stuffed it into the bottom of his bag, too wound up to really take the joke. Great. He’d turned Jude bisexual, only Jude wasn’t properly bisexual because Anton wasn’t a proper boy, right, and now he was turning Bee lesbian only she didn’t even know it. He felt sick. He should have known better than to think he could go out with Jude at all, should have just lied and said he wasn’t interested.
So yeah, Anton wasn’t above admitting he was in a bit of a mood on Monday morning. He didn’t want to be there. He didn’t want to work on this stupid labels project, with Emma or with an
