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.
“You look angrier than I do to see him with so many girls.” Clara chuckles.
I wrinkle my nose in disgust. “Just look at him out there. I don’t understand why women like him, no 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
gets a chance to.”
My sister smiles, “how are you so immune to his obvious charms?”
I shrug my shoulders, and he looks my way simultaneously. My lips part when his penetrating gaze hits me head-on.

“H-he isn’t even that good-looking.” I lie. My heart was doing some weird fluttering thing, but I ignored it.
His lips curled playfully as though he’d somehow heard me. I clench my jaw and bite down hard on my bottom lip.
I hate him.
I hate Cater Prince.
“Show me again, Carter,” Amy whispers as she seductively runs her hand up and down his arm. “It’s so hard.”
I watch in annoyance as he touches her inappropriately while showing her how to shoot a basketball.
Another one approaches him and tries to gain his attention by pretending to be a lost, needy girl.
I didn’t know how to shoot a basketball, but I wouldn’t beg him to show me what to do. I would rather practice and fail a hundred
times than let him teach me.
“That’s enough, ladies,” Carter says suddenly. “There are others here who haven’t gotten a chance to learn. Practice what I’ve
shown you while I tend to them.”
I purse my lips as I watch him moving towards us. The other girls were pouting now that he wasn’t giving them any attention. I
was sure they’d only signed up to see him.
I had to fix my expression. I couldn’t act like he was the last person I wanted to see today.
I felt Clara’s mood immediately dampen.
“Do you need any help?” He asks her.
She frowns, “I’ve gotten enough help from you Carter. Trust me, I don’t need any more. Instead, why don’t you try to train
someone else?”
She turns and walks away, leaving me alone with the biggest villain in my life. I hate when she does this to me.
Can’t she tell that I hate being alone with him? I always felt things that I shouldn’t feel. He always said something that made my
heart race. He also said things that made me feel like punching him again.
“I’ve never seen you at one of these practices.” He says with his tongue against his cheek.

“And?” I ask. “Is that a problem? If you want me to leave, I’ll happily walk away this second.”
I was waiting for the right opportunity to storm out of here.
He focuses his penetrating gaze on me, and I swear I almost tripped.
Why does he look even more attractive when he tilts his head and looks at me like that? I shook my head. Get a grip, Scarlett!
He steps closer to me and leans down so that his lips are close to my ear.
“Your ass print is still on my truck,” he teases me, and I swear all the hair on the back of my neck stands up. “I don’t plan on ever
washing it as long as a part of you is still there.”