Chapter 7

“Oh, right,” Jude said. “On the up side, it’ll be yours until you leave school again. They don’t swap them around every year.”

Anton nodded, keeping his eyes very definitely away from the sight of Jude hugging Emma like that, and started on the next column of lockers, squinting at the tiny numbers.

“Are you even awake yet?” he heard Emma ask Jude.

“Not really.”

“I can tell. You’re almost sweet when you’re sleepy.”

“Mehhh.”

Anton swallowed dryly, and finally found it. The key needed a bit of a jiggle to unstick the lock, but it finally popped open. And sitting inside was nothing but air, and an envelope.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“I dunno. A treasure map?” Jude suggested. Emma hit him. “Ow!”

“You’re an arse,” she said loftily. “It’s for you,” she added to Anton. Sure enough, when he turned it over, his surname was printed on the front in tidy handwriting.

“What is it?”

“Open it and see, moron. Ow!”

“Jude, either be sweet and sleepy, or go be a prick somewhere else.”