Chapter 7
Jude said nothing about a date on Tuesday. Or Wednesday, or Thursday—he just carried on being Jude, and on the one hand Anton appreciated it, appreciated that nobody else seemed to know, and on the other…
On the other, maybe Jude was thinking twice, thinking it was a bad idea after all, had changed his mind—or worse, had been joking, pulling some idiotic prank, or—
He wasn’t, though, seeing as how he landed against the locker beside Anton’s with a heavy bang on Friday afternoon, and grinned. At close range, the smile was kind of stupid gorgeous, and Anton had to swallow back the urge to blurt out something dumb. “Um, what?” he managed instead, and Jude laughed.
“Friendly. Walking home?”
“In a minute, yeah.”
“I got rid of Larimer.”
Anton paused, tightening his grip on his l
