Chapter 5
Because Anton’s brain was basically socially suicidal, he texted Jude anyway on Sunday morning. Just a sorry i can’t come out but good luck neways :) but it was still a text to a boy with an insanely good-looking smile. And who had a habit of turning that smile on Anton.
“You know,” Aunt Kerry said conversationally as she washed up the breakfast things, “I’m beginning to be able to tell when you’re texting that Jude. And Maggie said you never stopped blushing the whole time he came over on Wednesday…”
“I’m just wishing him luck for football,” Anton said. The doorbell chimed at the same time as the phone.
Cheers m8 but tbh its a case of who sucks less on sundays!!! ;)
Anton smiled, locking the phone again—and then the smile slid off his face when he heard Dad’s voice at the d
