Chapter 18

“It’s chocolate,” he said, surprised.

“Nice.”

“Why would someone leave me chocolate?”

“Trying to chat you up?”

“There’s better ways than breaking into my locker,” Anton complained, and Jude snorted.

“They all have the same keys.”

“What?”

“The lockers. They’ve all got the same locks. Your key’ll open my locker. They’re not like secure or nothing.”

Brilliant. Great—so no leaving his binder for PE in there with the rest of his kit, then, in case this…chocolate-leaving stalker person found it.

“Dunno what’s bothering you,” Jude said genially, shouldering open the classroom door. They were hit with a wave of noise, and Jude raised his voice. “Eat it and enjoy. Who wouldn’t want free chocolate? Oi, Emma, you forgot your lunch. And where’s my morning hug?”

“Piss off,” Emma told him grumpily, head bent over a hefty tome.

“Watcha readin’?”

“I said piss off, Jude!”