The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 283

~SCARLETT~

“I can’t believe I’m at one of these football games,” I mumble.

“Oh, cheer up!” Clara tells me. “How can you not enjoy this? It’s better to be at an event like this instead of being locked up in your room like you always are.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, sister, I prefer to be locked up in my room. It’s a lot more entertaining for me than this!” I point out.

She rolls her eyes, “You just need time to adjust to this. Believe me, when our academy wins, you’ll celebrate like the rest of us. I wish I knew how to describe the joy it brings.”

I was sure that she was speaking gibberish. There was no way that I would ever enjoy something like this.

“I don’t think I can do this, Clara,” I confess. “This is too much for me—the annoying crowd, the screaming girls, how close everyone is seated. I want to go home and relax. I’ve seen enough, and this is not for me.”

“Please, Scarlett.” She begs. “You need to just sit down for a few minutes, and you’ll see you will enjoy the game just like reading your books.”

“I already agreed to try and make Carter fall in love with me because he broke your heart, so I can break his. You’re my sister, and he was your boyfriend; I keep trying to make you see that this plan may backfire on all of us, but you won’t listen to me. I’m already doing so much; why must I attend this game also?” I demand.

“Carter deserves everything that’s coming for him. I’m incredibly grateful you even considered doing this for me because I asked you to. You’re more than my sister Scarlett. I promise you only need to continue this for a little while longer. Carter is already falling for you.”

Someone clears their throat at us and gains our attention.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I don’t have a ticket, so I must stand in the back here.”

“Do you go to our school?” I ask her. “I’m Scarlett, by the way.”

“I’m Clara, her sister.”

“And I’m Jenna, the best friend.”

“I’m not from here,” she answers. “I came with a woman that I work for. Her name is Giselle. As for my name, I’m not sure how to explain it, but I’ve lost my memories of my past and have no idea what it is or who I am. I’m sorry that I can’t give a proper introduction.”

me, and I’m incredibly unhappy she lost her

I suggest. “We have an extra seat, and I would prefer giving it to you than any other girls around here. They often scream, and I don’t want to go

She laughs.

a yes?”

love to; I only hope

“I see Giselle is one of

your seats?” She

a popular older sister. We get front-row seats! Even though I hate these games, I know it’s impressive to get the opportunity to sit

overheard our little conversation,”

to worry about me telling anyone,” she

plans in public places.

already see you’re not like that. I wanted to explain properly so you don’t think we’re crazy. Also, this could

tell me,” she tells her. “I know

noticing their conversation when I remember my alone time with Carter. I felt this weird feeling in my belly, something I’ve never felt before and it makes

into a loud cheer, it’s enough to distract me from

happening?” I

“They’re coming out.”

onto the field. And then I see him, and for the first time in my life, my heart skips a beat because of Carter Prince. I’ve never seen him like this before. He looked so happy and alive like football was his life. He was smiling at his team and waving at the crowd.

stadium lights, and I don’t think I’ve ever

of this, I saw him in all his glory, playing his favorite

the first few minutes. Carter was the first to score, and he was also the second. He was also the reason why his teammate

good at something like this. I always thought he was this spoilt, rich kid with no ambition or goals. I

good Carter looked at these games. He always outshone everyone around him. I used to feel so proud knowing that I was his girlfriend. I felt lucky knowing I was the one he was coming home to at night while

on the field. I got a bit carried by how good he was and how much everyone adored him while he played. I’m happy for her reminder; I needed to remind myself who he was constantly. Yes,

to have found out. Imagine if you were still with him thinking that he loved you and was loyal to you when he was

still see the excitement

girl who’d just joined us excused herself before the game could end and we all said goodbye

about this

part?” I ask her,