Chapter 12

“If I was your nonna, I’d have a cat in hell’s chance of controlling you,” Tav groused. Luca smirked, and even David snorted as they passed through the school gate.

“Fat chance, mate,” he said. “I think you’re fucking mental. Why go for Jensen when a nice girl would do?”

“Oi!” Luca objected.

“Sex,” Tav said, quick as a chip off an unattended plate, and David started laughing.

“If we lived together and had a sofa,” Luca said loftily, turning his nose up, “then you’d be sleeping on it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Queen,” Tav said, and squeezed Luca’s elbow at the corridor between the English block and the language block. Luca shook it off and kept his nose turned up. “See? Fucking drama queen. See you both later.”

“Go fuck yourself.”