The leisure centre was open until three on Christmas Eve, so swimming had been moved forward. And yet Luca set off early, and without his kit.
He was so angry—and mostly not even at Jack. At his dad, at his mamma, at his brother, at his boyfriend. Why was everyone freaking out so bad about it? It was just a shithead with a spray can! What the f**k did they think Jack was even capable of? He was just a mouthy git playing the hard man—and Luca, barrelling down Ecclesall Road on his bike, was going to f*****g show him.
He screeched up outside the leisure centre with such a heavy red mist over his vision that his hands shook and he fumbled to lock the bike to the railings. Luca was going to kill him. It had been f*****g embarrassing, and then Tav and Tonio acting like Luca was some prissy gi
