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 him with

offense to you. There isn’t anything charming about him except his skills in sports. Other than that, he’s just some asshole sleeping around with anyone he

sister smiles, “how are you so immune to his obvious

and he looks my way simultaneously. My

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

lips curled playfully as though he’d somehow heard me. I clench my jaw and bite down hard

I hate him.

I hate Cater Prince.

as she seductively runs her hand up and down his

her inappropriately while showing her how to

his attention by pretending to be a lost,

him to show me what to do. I

haven’t gotten a chance to learn. Practice what I’ve

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

I couldn’t act like he was the last

felt Clara’s mood immediately

you need any help?”