Page 31 of Chasing Chase London: Part 8-Valentines Day
“What I’ve wanted to do all year.”
I want to close my eyes and melt into him, but I’m suddenly aware of how many people are around. I force myself to look around, and my eyes immediately snag on a palelavender gaze locked on us. Oliver stands at the end of the hall, openly watching us with a fierce scowl darkening his handsome face.
“Let me go,” I whisper under my breath.
Chase gives me one more squeeze and kisses my temple before releasing me. I step back, my heart doing nosedives in my chest like a stunt plane. I sneak another glance down the hall.
Oliver is gone.
Suddenly I can’t breathe. He’ll tell Nate, and Nate will tell Lindsey—not because he thinks she deserves to know, but because he wants to hurt her.
I wheel on Chase. “What the hell are you doing?” I demand, fear making me reckless, making my voice too loud. I can hear it echoing over the ringing in my ears.
“I told you—”
“Stay away from me,” I snarl at him.
“What?” he asks, his voice stunned with disbelief.
I slam my locker and kick the flowers away, but there are too many. The evidence is everywhere, scattered across the hall, pooling in front of my locker like blood at a crime scene.
And like any bad criminal, I can’t hide it. There is blood on my hands, and now everyone knows.
I am guilty.
As I stumble down the hall away from him, my heart tearing into a hundred pieces like the picture he put in my locker, it strikes me. I was worried about the wrong person. Chase didn’t turn Lindsey against Daria. He turned her againstme.
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