The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn
Book 4: Chapter 17

~SCARLETT~

“Do you see him anywhere?” Clara asks. Today felt like a repeat of yesterday and the day before that. Since I agreed to do this for my sister, Carter is all that we speak about.

He’s become the center of our attention.

Where is Carter? Would Carter like what I’m wearing? What did Carter do today? It was becoming frustrating. All I wanted to do was lie in bed and read novels. Even sleeping would interest me more than talking about Carter at this point.

I felt a shiver down my spine every time I remembered last night. I didn’t need a reminder of it every second. They seemed to be convinced that Carter was already starting to develop feelings for me.

I knew he was just messing around with me like he did with all the other girls he tried to sleep with. It was simple with everyone else but I was not about to make things easy for him.

One thing has been bothering me, which I intentionally left out about last night.

It happened when I’d shut my door after Carter dropped me home. He did something that baffled me.

He touched his truck, which would have been normal behavior if he hadn’t touched the exact spot I had been leaning against last night.

My cheeks burned as I remember pressing up against it while looking at him. I could still smell him.

Why did he touch it? Did he know he was touching the exact spot my a*s had been on?

Did he have a sick, twisted reason for doing it?

I shook that thought out of my head. I didn’t want to spend any time thinking about the questionable things that he did.

“I don’t think you’ll be seeing much of Carter today,” Jenna tells the both of us. I’m suddenly interested in what she has to say—not seeing much of Carter? That sounds spectacular to me.

“What do you mean?” My sister asks. “Is he skipping school to be with one of his many girls again?”

She shook her head, “he’s going to be busy with practice. Did you forget Clara? Carter has a game tonight. I just heard someone speaking about it. We should have known this already. I can’t believe I let the game tonight slip my mind!”

Clara’s eyes widen, “You’re right! How did I forget about something like that?”

“To be fair, you were preoccupied.” I remind her.

Preoccupied trying to ruin my life; that’s what she was busy doing.

I’m trying to hide how happy I am by this new information. It meant that I was a free girl for the rest of the day. I didn’t have to worry about looking good for Carter or trying to catch his attention. I didn’t have to fear hurting my sister or seeing her cry because of that a*****e. And most importantly, we didn’t have to see him ruin our lunch by sticking his tongue down a random girl’s throat.

“That settles it,” Clara says suddenly. The tone of her voice worries me. What was she coming up with now? She looks at me and smiles, “We’re going to the game tonight.”

My mouth slowly opened in disbelief. I knew it was too good to be true.

Just my luck. I should have expected her to devise a plan like this one. I thought Carter having a game tonight would be good news for me, but it was the opposite.

Is everyone out to make my life miserable?

“Why would we attend the game?” I ask her. “It’s not like I can catch his attention while he’s in a game. Everyone knows how seriously Carter takes his games. He loves to win, and nothing ever comes between his thirst for success.”

There was no way that I would be able to catch his attention tonight. I don’t understand why Clara would even bother carrying us to that thing. I’ve never went to a game before. I never had a reason to do it. And I wished to keep it that way.

I didn’t want to see Carter in his spotlight with everyone screaming his name. To me, he wasn’t a star, not after what he did to my sister.

The last thing I wanted to do was be added to one of his supporters list.

“Once Carter and his team win, a huge celebration will be on the field. He will spot you in the crowd. If he’s truly interested in you, he will come to you. This is the first test to see whether he’s only messing around or is beginning to have feelings for you.” She tells me.

I was sure that Clara would be proven wrong tonight. Carter wouldn’t even bother to look my way tonight, let alone try to come and talk to me. With the number of women surrounding him, why would he want to come to me?

I’ve seen videos of these games come across my phone a few times. I’ve ignored the majority of them, but I had a good idea of precisely what took place.

Carter and his teammates would be worshipped tonight like they were some legends.

I wince at the thought of hundreds of girls screaming his name.

“Please don’t force me to attend this event,” I beg. “Save me from this torture!”

She rolls her eyes. “Watching the fearsome beasts is not torture. Trust me; you’ll have a good time.”

Her idea and my idea of a good time were completely different.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Tonight, I’ll be attending a game I wouldn’t have been caught dead in a few days ago. How quickly my life was changing!