The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 304 ~CARTER~

I slam my fist against the steering wheel. I’d f*****g messed up again. I never thought kissing someone at the stadium after the game would have made Scarlett angry with me.

If I had known, I wouldn’t have done it.

The stupid tradition was only a way for the academy to make more money. They knew more girls would come to the games once they knew there was a chance to kiss the star player. It was a good strategy until now. It was f*****g messing with my life.

I always knew Clara wasn’t happy when I kissed other girls at the end of my games, but she never reacted as severely as Scarlett did today.

But why was she even angry? Didn’t she hate me? Why did this bother her that much?

It didn’t matter why. I had to find a way to stop it if it meant that she would start speaking to me again.

I’ve spent the whole day wondering what the f**k I did to make her ignore me like that. I was restless for hours. Now I knew the reason, and I was even more restless than before. I had to find a way to make it up to her.

I’m about to leave the parking lot when I see Clara, Alaric, and Nicole walking out of the academy.

here today. I was even more surprised to see Nicole with him. Their

argument after he found me with Scarlett. It’s the first time we’ve ever fallen out this badly. I knew he wanted me to stay away from Scarlett, but it wasn’t something that I could do right now.

soon after my breakup with Clara to be going after her sister. It was never my intention for things to reach this far. I was only supposed to mess around with her, a harmless game, but now it was so much more than that. One f*****g taste, and I had lost my

doesn’t realize the hold she

looks up in my direction, and her eyes widen when she

want to hurt you, Clara. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve never spoken those words directly to her, I’ve always kept

I regret ever dating her. If I knew I would hurt

her eye contact with me to look at her. I don’t wait around. I pull out of the parking lot,

I hate

my phone and dial Coach Dillon’s number. He answers on the

up, player?” He

to find out

“Tell me.”

he was

of our games where we have to

on the phone, followed by uncontrollable laughter. “Tell me you’re f*****g