Page 11 of Chasing Chase London: Part 8-Valentines Day
“How can he do that to Daria?” I demand. “After everything he did last time.”
“It’s not my place to judge,” Oliver says.
“What the hell?” I ask, throwing my hands up. “I know he’s your brother, but even you can see what an asshole he’s being.”
“There are two sides—”
“No,” I cut him off. “There’s really not. Unless you mean the right side and the wrong side. You’ve obviously chosen his side, so don’t apologize for him. You’re just as bad, except you pretend to be a nice guy. At least he’s honest about who he is.”
When Oliver just looks down, I turn and walk away. God, he’s infuriating.
I scan the crowd, but there’s no sign of Daria. I can’t find anyone I know, in fact, and I start to worry that Lindsey forgot she gave me a ride and went home with Chase so they could fight in private.
Finally I spot Nate Swift in the back with the other creeps, and I’m just desperate enough to approach.
“Have you seen Daria?” I ask.
“You’re not supposed to talk to me,” he says, pushing up his glasses and staring past me into the crowd.
“Yeah, well, we’re not at school, and it’s not like you have a restraining order,” I say. “I’m just looking for my friend. Have you seen her?”
“Do I need a restraining order?”
“You think I’m going to stalk you?” I ask incredulously. “I don’t even know you.”
“I know you.”
“No, you don’t,” I say, annoyed by his presumptuousness. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he says coolly.
Suddenly I remember Preston with all his cryptic hints about my family—and that Oliver said Nate was with him in the hospital the day we joined the search party.
I shiver and cross my arms. “Have you told Oliver?”
Nate finally glances at me. “You’re one of Lindsey’s little bitch clones,” he says. “That’s all anyone needs to know about you.”
I gape at him in disbelief. Between him and Oliver, I can’t decide who’s the more self-righteous prick.
“And all anyone needs to know about you is that you go to shows alone because the only people who want to hang out with you are other creepers and pedos,” I shoot back, gesturing to the few older men still lurking around.
“I rest my case,” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging up in the tiniest wry smile.
“No wonder Oliver is your friend,” I grit out. “He’s the only person on earth as insufferable.”
He arches a brow. “I thought I didn’t have any friends.”
“Oh my god, you’re infuriating,” I burst out. “Can you just tell me if you’ve seen any of my friends?”
“No.”
“No, you haven’t seen them, or no, you can’t tell me?”
He shrugs, his smile turning smug.
“Well, thanks for wasting my time,” I snap.
“Any time,” he says with a little chuckle.
