Chapter 4: Different From Other Girls
Nathan’s POV
"You’re not eating?" Father muttered, his voice low as he noticed me just pushing food around on my plate.
He frowned. "Is it because I scolded you for fighting with Callum? Is that why you’re upset?"
I shook my head. "It’s not that," I mumbled.
Because it really wasn’t.
It wasn’t his shouting that bothered me. I’d heard worse from him before. What was actually driving me crazy... was the thought of her.
That stupid, reckless girl.
I didn’t know if she was okay. I didn’t even know why I cared. She got hurt trying to stop me and Callum. She stepped right between us like an idiot—and paid the price for it.
Constantly, I kept seeing her face. The way she dropped to the ground. The way her body went limp.
I hated that image.
I hated her.
