The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 281

~SCARLETT~

My sister and best friend were not giving me a chance to breathe. They were throwing questions at me,

one after the next.

I didn’t want to remember anything about last night. I wanted to forget last night ever happened.

“You need to tell us what happened last night between you and Carter!” Clara repeats as Jenna joins

us in the car. It was the next day, and I was still in shock and scarred from last night, and it was all

these two traitor’s fault.

They abandoned me when I needed them the most.

How could they have left me to deal with Carter on my own?

How could they let him drop me home?

“I can’t believe the two of you!” I snap. “You guys are such traitors. How could you let me leave with

Carter all by myself? Do you even realize how awful that was for me?”

A part of me knew that wasn’t entirely true. It wasn’t completely awful, but that wasn’t something I was

ready to admit.

Jenna gives me a sneaky smile, “it was Clara’s idea. She said it would be best for the two of you to

leave together so that you could get closer to him. But did that happen? Did you happen to get closer to

Carter?”

I sigh, “I knew my sister would be the one to throw me under the bus. She lives to see me in pain.”

Clara rolls her eyes, “stop being so dramatic.”

“Come on,” Jenna says impatiently. “You need to spill the tea. We want to know everything! And don’t

leave a single detail out.”

I roll my eyes, “I shouldn’t tell you anything for abandoning me last night. I thought I would have died!”

“You’re being dramatic again!” Clara exclaims. “If you want to get closer to Carter, you’ll have to spend

time alone with just the two of you. It’s something you have to get used to.”

“That’s the problem,” I snap. “I don’t want to get closer to him. I’m only doing this for you. Don’t I have a

say in how I get closer to him?”

“No,” Clara answers me. “If we want him to fall in love with you, we must do things my way. If it were up

to you, you wouldn’t try to get close to him and instead try to push him away.”

“I have a question for you,” I tell my sister. There is something that has been bothering me about last

night. I wanted to know if I was wrong about Carter. “Did Carter ever open his truck door for you or any

door?”

She laughs, “Come on, Scarlett. It’s Carter Prince. He doesn’t do romantic. Everyone knows this,

including me, and I would know plenty since I dated him. But why do you ask?”, she pauses before her

eyes widen. “Don’t tell me he did it for you?”

I’m not sure how to answer this question. On the one hand, my sister would be happy to know he was

falling for me or at least pretending to fall for me. But on the other, she would be sad that he was so

quick to care for me when he never did anything for her.

“It looked like he was going to, but I opened the door before, so I can’t say.” I lie to her. I’m unsure if I’m

doing the right thing by lying to her, but I was scared of hurting her. She was going through enough

already. I knew she didn’t choose the best way to deal with her heartache, but she was my sister, and

she wasn’t a bad person. She’s never wished bad on anyone except Carter, but that was only because

he hurt her first. And he did it in the worst way possible.

Whenever I think about what he’s done, I know I must continue with this plan.

“But are you ever going to tell us what happened?” Jenna asks; she seemed the most anxious to hear

the stories I had to tell from last night.

“Carter saw me standing next to his truck from the pool area. He immediately came down to ask me

what I was doing there. I explained that I might have been there to wreck his windshield for hurting

Clara. Of course, he didn’t believe me because I’m apparently too nice even to break someone’s

windshield or anything at all.”

Clara laughs, “Of course, you’re too nice for that. I’m happy you stood up for me, but I don’t think you

should keep doing that around him. We want him to start liking you. You’ll need to try at least to be nice

to him.”

I’m not sure my sister knows what she’s speaking about. Carter seemed to be treating me better when I

acted mean to him. For some reason, it seemed like he liked it when I was mean to him.

“So what happened next?” Jenna asks me, still listening intently. “I feel like I’m reading a , but it’s

your life! How cool is this?”

“Very cool,” I say dryly. “Something strange happened next. It makes me wonder what type of person

Carter is. I felt like I saw another side to him last night.”

“What do you mean?” Clara asks me as she tilts her head to the side, trying to hear me better.

“I left him by his truck and was heading back inside, but two drunk guys were by the entrance. They

tried to harass me, and one even touched my ass. Of course, I slapped him, but then they tried to

attack me, and that’s when Carter stepped in. I could have handled it independently, but he still showed

up. He smashed their faces to the ground and asked them to apologize. After they did, he told them to

remember my name and never to try anything like that again on me. Then he gave me his shirt to cover

up my body so that no other guys tried to interfere with me again. And if that surprises you, there’s

more. I told him that I was heading back inside, but he insisted that I go back to his truck. When I said

no, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, and carried me back to his truck.” I tell them.

I wait for a response, but they’re both reticent. It freaks me out since they’re always so noisy, especially

when talking about Carter.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” I ask.

Clara shakes her head at me, “I feel like you’re talking about a different person.” She admits. “Are you

sure that was Carter and not one of his brothers that resembles him?”

“I wish!” I exclaim, “But it was definitely him. No one else.”

“That’s crazy,” Jenna says. “I would not expect something like that from Carter. But this means that

Clara’s plan is working. He’s beginning to care for you, and we haven’t even tried hard enough yet.”

What did she mean by that? I was trying pretty freaking hard. They weren’t the ones putting their lives

on the line like me. Of course, it would seem like nothing for both of them.

“We need to see his reaction to you at school today,” Clara says. “I need to figure out if he’s messing

with you or falling. I’m not sure how we will be able to tell, but we just have to wait and see.”

How wonderful, another day of seeing Carter Prince!

Chapter 282

~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 s. 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 ass 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 asshole. 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!