Chapter 11

“Didn’t you hear me? I said go home, Luca!”

“Heard you fine, distracted,” Luca said honestly, and grinned. Tav rolled his eyes and didn’t offer the usual kiss. “Come on, then, we going or not?”

“I’m going. You’re going home.”

“Nope,” Luca said. “Going crazy, just lying in bed all day and waking up to random boys sneaking in there.” Tav didn’t even bother to blush. “I need to get out for a bit. Anyway, it’s all maths and history and shit today, what’s the difference between lying in bed and sitting in a chair?”

Tav scowled. Luca just grinned and rocked forward on his toes to kiss Tav’s cheek. Tav had a thin, sharp face and if he was dark-haired, he’d look angry or threatening all the time. As it was, people with blond-ginger-brown-whatever hair apparently couldn’t do anything more than vaguely irritated. Mrs. Pretty did the same thing.

“Come on, then.”

“Does your mam know?”

“Tav, Mamma’s already done her nut, and Dad. C’mon. I’m bored.”