Chapter 75

“What?”

We know your a girl. Either you tell Jude or we will.

(He means him I won’t tell Jude can find that out for himself, Laz.)

Larimer and Walsh.

“Oh my God,” Anton said.

“At least it’s in your locker, nobody else will have seen it. Larimer. Walsh has better grammar than that…barely.”

“And you call me the English nerd,” Anton said weakly, and crumpled up the note. “What do I do?”

“What would you do if I called you a girl?”

“Punch you and tell you to watch your gob.”

“So do it.”

Anton twisted and stared. Jude shrugged, his expression not changing.

“Do it,” he repeated. “Drag them out by the ears, tell them you’re—” Jude’s eyes flicked down the not-quite-empty corridor, “—a spy, and if they call you a girl again they’ll get a smack in the face, and do it in front of me. Problem solved, whole class doesn’t have to know, and you can make your point about keeping it quiet at the same time.”