Chapter 57

Anton headed to his form room (complete with yet another locker gift) with more than a little trepidation. Jude didn’t do quiet, not where Anton was concerned. And Anton hadn’t really seen Jude in a bad mood…ever. Sure, he sounded off at Will Thorne occasionally, and he got a bit pissy when he did, but it was fleeting stuff. Anton shook himself. Maybe he was overreacting—maybe Jude was just busy, or plotting something sinister with Walsh, or—

Not in at all.

Frowning, Anton sank into his seat, already fumbling in his pocket for his phone. “Where’s Jude?” he asked Emma, and she grimaced.

“I’m…not really sure.”

“What d’you mean?”

She blew upwards into her hair. “There was a bit of a row last night. Okay, more than a bit. Jude and his dad had a proper screaming match.”

Anton blinked. “Jude…has screaming matches?”