The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~SCARLETT~

“Get me out of here.” I hiss as I push his body away from mine.

He looks surprised by the sudden change in my mood.

“They’re all still out there.” He reminds me. “They know I have a girl in here. Do you want them to know that it’s you?”

Of course, I didn’t want them to know it was me. If they knew it was me, then word would spread, and eventually, Clara would find out.

“I can’t believe you,” I whisper. “I can’t believe you’re such a horrible person.”

He frowns, “What did I do now, Scarlett?”

“You used me,” I whisper. “You wanted everyone to know you had me in here. You’re proud that your teammates know you have a girl in here.”

He pretends to be surprised by my words. He doesn’t have to pretend around me. I could see straight through him.

“All those things you said to me earlier, they were all lies, weren’t they?” I ask him. “You didn’t lose the game on purpose, so you wouldn’t have to kiss someone from the stand. You had reasons for not wanting to, which had nothing to do with me. Yet, I was foolish enough to believe you. I was foolish enough to let you kiss and touch me, just like that night in my room.”

He steps back from me, “Is that what you think of me, Scarlett?”

I don’t answer him, and he looks hurt by my silence.

he storms out of the shower only to return a minute later with a towel and one of his t-shirts on the

prepare when he lifts me into his arms and

“What do you think—”

talking unless you want someone inside here to

me. I hear whistles throughout the locker room as he carries me out of the

girl Carter?” I hear

does he block their faces?” Someone else

tightly, afraid of falling and revealing myself. The questions don’t

sigh of relief when I hear a door close. He doesn’t put me down, though; he keeps

being that close to him

was his clothes. I look down, suddenly remembering that he’d given me his shirt to wear. He must

over my head, and I hate how my heart skips a beat the second I see his eyes

anyone knowing it was you.” He tells me. “I’ll make

“Why would you

runs a hand down his face, “If you don’t know the answer to that

eyes, but before I can say anything, I see Clara standing across from

this must look. I had his

would it really be the wrong impression? Carter had his finger and mouth in places no other guy had ever been just a

and he stiffens

to us, and I see her fighting to stay