Chapter 73

“You calling me a girl, Kalinowski?”

“I’ll explain it for the virgin on the field: when you fuck, you tend to get your clothes off!” Jude bellowed.

Mrs. Salter dropped her whistle entirely and started marching in from the sideline. “Thorne, inside, now!”

“You calling me a fucking virgin?!”

“I call it as I see it!”

The dull smack of Will’s wet fist hitting Jude’s jaw was loud.

The crunch of Anton’s knuckles against the side of Will’s head was louder. 24

“So how much trouble are you in?”

Jude laughed. “Don’t I get a hello?”

Anton grinned, flopping back onto his bed, phone glued to his ear. Mrs. Salter had gone ballistic, and sent six kids to the headmaster for fighting. Parents had been called…especially after Jude had swung another punch Thorne’s way outside the head’s office.

“Hello. There, happy? Now what’s going on?”

“Dad went mental. Aunt Lucy went double-mental. I’m grounded until I’m thirty-five, and Emma smuggled me dessert.”