Chapter 275
The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 276
~SCARLETT~
No. No. No. No.
Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm, Scarlett.
There was no point in staying calm in this situation! I needed to find a way to escape.
I take a deep breath and try to convince myself that I was overreacting.
He was noting here.
I repeat the words over and over in my head, hoping that it would help with my racing heart. The damn
thing felt like it would jump out of my chest any second.
Why was I even reacting like this? It’s not like I was scared of Carter. I hated his guts. Maybe he was
heading for some food. I was okay with anything if he didn’t show up here.
What am I supposed to do if he doese here, however? I knew this was part of Jenna’s n, but I
had hoped it wouldn’t have worked.
Maybe I’m reading too much into this. Perhaps he didn’t see me. Maybe he left to get a drink for one of
the girls tangled in his arms a few minutes ago.
All those thoughts rush out of my head the second I spot him from a distance.
I hadn’t been wrong. He did see me. He wasing my way. It was toote to run now. I wasn’t
someone that ran from my problems either. I would face him head-on.
I bite my lip to keep from screaming in frustration. He kept moving straight towards me with a relentless
look on his face.
His sheer white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and I’m convinced one of the girls had done that to
him. For some unknown reason, it annoys me. I tell myself that I felt this way because of my sister
since she didn’t deserve to have to see him with other girls. Part of me feels that’s not the only reason,
but I quickly push that thought aside. I didn’t have time for ridiculous thoughts when he was closing the
distance between us.
His steps slow when he nearly reaches his truck, and my eyes are on him like a hawk. This is how
ra told me to look at him. She tried teaching me how to look attractive to a guy. Sheughed a good
few times when I looked constipated instead of flirtatious. I’m just listening to her words. I was doing
everything she told me to do. Though, I’m sure that I look ridiculouspared to her. She has plenty of
experience under these circumstances, while I have zero. I haven’t dated anyone before, and it was my
decision; no one ever caught my attention enough for me to want to form a rtionship with them.
Carter rubs a finger over his lip while his tongue is against his cheek as his eyes pin me in my spot; I
don’t think I can move when he’s looking at me like this.
I staypletely still. I probably should flip my hair, but I didn’t want to look like a fool. I was horrible at
this.
Could Carter tell I was trying to flirt?
“Are you not going to say anything?” I ask him; the silence makes me ten times more nervous.
He quirks a brow and folds his arm over his chest, which makes his muscles bulge. Why did he make
such a small movement look so good? I try not to be flustered; I’m sure he’s used to those small
movements attracting his many girls with their tiny brains. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I was not
like every other girl Carter slept with.
“What are you doing here, Scarlett?” He asks, finally breaking his silence. I’m surprised by the concern
in his voice.
Why does he always act like he cares about me when I know he doesn’t care about anyone else but
himself?
It was my turn to fold my arms and re at him, “Is there aw that states I cannot be here?” I ask him.
He chuckles, and I hate that it makes my heart flutter a little. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him chuckle
like this before. Or maybe I never paid attention enough to have ever heard it.
I was surprised by myself; I noticed things about Carter that I hadn’t ever seen before. I didn’t want to
learn new things about him. I didn’t want to be closer to him. I just wanted to get over with this.
“No, there isn’t,” he says and takes a step closer to me. I try to remain calm as he ms both his hands
on either side of my face and leans into me so that his lips are close to my ear, “But I think it’s only fair
of me to ask such a question when your bare ass is pressed up against my f*****g truck. First, you
showed me your panties; now you’re pressing that firm ass on my property. Are you trying to tell me
something, Scarlett?”
I’m sure that my cheeks are red by now. What is it about Carter? How does his words affect me so
much? I mean, how could they not affect me? No man has ever spoken to me like that before. Every
other guy usually had respect when speaking to me. Every other guy would take his time and try not to
offend me. The guys interested in me were never the kind of guys interested in my sister. All the
popr men ran after her; I was the opposite until now. Her makeover was making men do things they
wouldn’t have done if I was still in my baggy clothes.
Carter’s mouth has never had a filter, and unfortunately, I’m his next victim. I had to get used to words
like these.
“Is that such a problem?” I ask him. “Aren’t you used to girls having their asses pressed against your
truck?”
“Truck, bed, desk, fridge, bathroom floor,” he teases, “I’m used to their asses pressed against many
things, Scarlett. What’s your point?”
I couldn’t believe he’d just said that to me. I could feel the smokeing out of my ear. Why was I so
pissed? Why was I letting him get under my skin?
I wrinkle my nose in disgust, “I’m heading back inside. Thest thing I want to do is have a
conversation with an ass like you.”
I know that ra would have wanted me to try a little harder, but I’ve had enough of this conversation. I
would rather not hear about where Carter f****d his many girls. I’m sure my sister wouldn’t want to
listen to this either. She was already having a hard time epting what he did. How many girls did he
cheat on her with?
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Did he sleep with every woman in our academy?
He was sick.
“What does inside have to offer you?” He asks me. “You’re the one that left the party and chose my
truck to stand in front of. There are hundreds of vehicles here. Why did you choose mine? Was it not to
get my attention? You have it now. Are you ying hard to get?”
I clear my throat, “I didn’t know it was yours. Or maybe I was nning on smashing your windshield for
hurting my sister. I guess we will never know now, will we?”
Smashing his windshield was a very good idea. I’m sure Carter loved his truck much more than he ever
loved ra.
“Let me see. You expect me to believe that ra’s baby sister, the girl who’s always reading a book,
avoiding parties, and constantly locked up in her room, was really just about to smash my windshield?”
He asks in a sarcastic tone.
He had me there, didn’t he? How did he even know this much about me? I was sure that Carter paid
zero attention to my life. Then how does he know that I love to read and stay locked up in my room?
Maybe it’s possible that ra spoke to him about me a few times and by some miracle he remembered
what she had said to him. It’s the only exnation that I could think about.
“Can you move aside?” I ask.
“What’s the magic word, Scarlett?” He asks in a throaty whisper.
Damn, that voice of his. I can see why girls sometimes get lost listening to it, which irritates me. I don’t
want to think of his voice like they do; it shouldn’t have any impact on me.
I shove his body away from mine, and he lets me. I press my lips together when I hear his chuckle
once more. Ugh, I hate it.
“Showing me your ass again Scarlett?” He shouts. “Never knew you were this type of girl. p it for me
while you’re at it!”
I swallow. I’m not this type of girl. I wanted to scream those words at him, but I chose to ignore him and
his attempt to get under my skin yet again.
I hate him. I absolutely hate Carter.