Chapter 42

“Whassat?”

“Another present.”

“Mate, you got a stalker.”

Emma laughed. “It’s probably you being a troll!”

“He wishes,” Jude yawned. “No way am I getting up early, to come to school early, to give him a present every Monday. I fancy him, I’m not proposing marriage to him.”

“Aw, shame!”

Anton rolled his eyes and showed him the keyring. “S’kinda nice, though.”

“Better’n flowers,” Jude agreed. “Or like…a love note written on human skin.”

“Ew, Jude!” Emma exclaimed, and hit him.

“Ow! What? Stalkers are creepy! They go nuts and like…murder your squirrels and shit!”

“Squirrels? Where did squirrelscome from?!”