The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~SCARLETT~

Out of all the days at the academy, this was always the one I hated the most. It was one day of the year where every girl from the academy had no choice but to participate in sports. I usually skipped it by finding something else to do, but Clara was forcing me to attend this time.

She was the one who enjoyed sports; I was the opposite. This would be easy for her, but for me, it would be pure torture.

“Since Carter is the star player, he will train all the women there. You have to come with me.” She begs. “This is a good chance for me to see our progress. So far, you’ve done better than I expected. So please, please, please, come with me.”

There was no chance of me saying no to her when she was begging this much.

“You’re lucky to have a sister like me.” I tease. “No one else would go through this much trouble for anyone!”

She rolls her eyes, “Yes, I’m fortunate. That’s one thing we both could agree on.”

She pulled me out of the classroom and practically had to drag me out onto the field. I spot Carter almost immediately; how could I not? He was in the middle of the field with mesmerized girls around him. They surrounded him like he was their next big meal.

Was there any other girl beside me that didn’t go crazy over him?

I narrowed my eyes; he seemed to enjoy all of the attention. He allowed them to touch him wherever they pleased even though we were still on school grounds.

He made me sick. They all did.

see

disgust. “Just look at him out there. I don’t understand why women like him, no offense to you. There isn’t anything charming about him except his

smiles, “how are you so immune to his

my shoulders, and he looks my way simultaneously. My

isn’t even that good-looking.” I lie. My heart was doing some weird fluttering thing, but

me. I clench

I hate him.

I hate Cater Prince.

again, Carter,” Amy whispers as she seductively runs her

watch in annoyance as he touches her inappropriately while showing her how

one approaches him and tries to gain his attention by pretending to be a lost,

what to do. I would rather practice and fail a hundred times than let him teach

others here who haven’t gotten a chance to learn. Practice what I’ve shown

girls were pouting now that he wasn’t giving them any attention.

fix my expression. I couldn’t act like

Clara’s mood

any help?” He asks