The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 289 ~SCARLETT~

I slam my elbow into his chest, and he coughs between laughter.

“Did she just hit Carter?” I hear one of the girls ask angrily.

I roll my eyes and ignore her as I storm out of the field.

I could hear Clara shouting my name as she ran after me.

She grabs my arm as soon as we hit the hallway.

“What the hell was that about?” She demands from me. “Why did you hit him?”

“He’s an ass.” I hiss. “A massive one.”

“What did he say to you?” She asks as she studies my face.

Should I tell her? She already knew his mouth was dirty; this wouldn’t surprise her. But for some reason, I couldn’t say it.

What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just tell her?

“He has a foul mouth. Let’s leave it at that.” I say.

She sighs, and Jenna joins our side just then.

“What’s going on?” She asks as she senses the tension.

Clara raises her hand, “guess who just hit Carter for the second time.”

Jenna gasps, “you didn’t?”

I roll my eyes and fold my arms against my chest. “He had it coming.”

not going to fall for you if you keep hitting him. You’ll turn him

get along with. Something about him sends my

sometimes. Plans don’t always go the way you expect it to. Let’s not give up. Scarlett needs a little

didn’t think any time in the world could help fix how I felt about

words, but most of my anger was for something else. It bothered me that my body responded to those words. A part of me enjoyed hearing him speak such dirty things in my

to enjoy something like that. It worried and angered me at the

the field,”

all the

all

Clara, who’s still gazing at me. This time,

“What?” I ask her.

know that you never liked Carter after you learned that he

daily; of course, that hatred would only double with

I wasn’t completely immune to Carter’s

of me wanted to experience those things

What was I thinking?

to him. I couldn’t possibly want him to do dirty

way.” Jenna

racing, but the damn thing was suddenly

walking over to me. “Can we talk for

surprise. Why did he

look at Clara, and I can see the confusion in her eyes. Even she doesn’t understand why he’s asking to speak

have the

narrows her eyes at me, and I know she wants me to say yes. She would use any opportunity

swallows hard, “I want to speak

always playful and speaking nonsense. This was the first time

into a classroom. I

you

agreed to speak to him for a few minutes, but I never told him he

need you to do something for me.” He answers me. “I need