The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 300 ~SCARLETT~
I woke up with an excruciating pain in my head and nausea in my chest. I wince as I try to remember what brought this on.
The last thing I recalled was Clara forcing me to drink with Autumn. She didn’t exactly force me, but she’s the main culprit in all of
this. If she hadn’t suggested it, I wouldn’t have drunk anything. She was turning me into her. The drinking, the parties, going after
Carter, all of it.
I angrily walk over to the shower and let the water rain on me.
When the first drop of water hits me, I get a memory of Carter, one that I hoped was just a dream. There’s no way I’d done
unforgivable things with him yesterday.
I turn off the shower and wrap myself in a towel. My breasts felt sensitive, and I gasped when I got an image of his mouth on
them.
What did I do? I could feel the panic begin to sink in. What on earth was wrong with me?
This couldn’t be true.
Clara asked me to flirt with Carter; she did not say we should take it that far.
I knew I was betraying my sister. I knew I was doing the one thing she never expected from me. I was falling for Carter. I was
falling hard for him.
She trusted me. She thought I would be the only one immune to his charms. She thought I would be able to help her without
breaking her trust.
She was so wrong. I was no different than those other women who threw themselves at Carter.
I was ashamed of myself. I couldn’t believe I was turning into the kind of person that my sister couldn’t trust. I’ve always been
honest. Since I started this foolish revenge plan, I was turning into someone I couldn’t recognize.
Even if I told Clara I wanted to stop this, it wouldn’t change the feelings growing in my chest.
There was nothing anyone could do to rip those feelings out of me. They were already there and growing stronger by the
second.

Every second I spent more with Carter, my feelings grew. It no longer felt like I was trying to make him fall in love with me. Now, it
felt like I was falling in love with him.
“Scarlett?” I hear Clara knocking on my room door. I quickly throw an oversized hoodie over my head and open the door.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“You need to get dressed. You’ve been sleeping the entire day. We only have a few hours left before Carter’s game tonight.” She
informs me.
I’ve been sleeping the entire day? What time was it?
“Carter’s game?” I ask for confirmation.
She nods, “I mentioned this to you before. They have another game tonight. We have to be there.”
The worst part about this news was knowing I wanted to be there as much as she wanted me there. I loved seeing him on that
field. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.
“Jenna will meet us there.” She tells me.
Since Clara asked us for help, she and Jenna have been inseparable. They were pretty much best friends now. The three of us
were perfect for each other; that could change if Clara learned I was developing feelings for Carter and keeping the truth from
her.
“I feel like something is wrong with you.” Clara points out. “Recently, you haven’t been yourself. Are you okay, Scarlett?”
She’s already noticing changes in me. I had to be better at hiding my feelings around her.
“I’m fine.” I lie. “Fine. I’m just not excited to attend another one of Carter’s games.”
She sighs, “Don’t worry, they never choose the same girl twice. You won’t have to do the same thing as last time.”
I turn to look at her. What was she trying to say?
“What do you mean by that?” I ask. “How won’t I have to go through the same thing as last time?”
She quirks a brow at me, “Have you already forgotten Scarlett?” She asks me as she places some body shimmer on my arms.

“Forgotten what?”
I was utterly lost.
“At the end of the game, the star player must kiss someone from the audience. Don’t you remember that the camera landed on
you?” She tries to remind me. “This time, you don’t have to worry about that. Carter will be the star player, I’m sure, but you don’t
have to worry about kissing him. Another girl from the crowd would be able to kiss him tonight.”
I felt something cold in my stomach at her words.
Another girl would have the chance to kiss Carter tonight?
Suddenly, I didn’t feel like attending the game anymore.
How could I have forgotten such a main part of his games?
I didn’t want to see Carter kiss another girl. I hated that it bothered me this much, but I couldn’t deny it.
I was jealous.
I inwardly groan. What was wrong with me?