Chapter 283

Chapter 283 ~SCARLETT~

“I can’t believe I’m at one of these football games,” I mumble.

“Oh, cheer up!” Clara tells me. “How can you not enjoy this? It’s better to be at an event like this instead of being locked up in your room like you always are.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, sister, I prefer to be locked up in my room. It’s a lot more entertaining for me than this!” I point out.

She rolls her eyes, “You just need time to adjust to this. Believe me, when our academy wins, you’ll celebrate like the rest of us. I wish I knew how to describe the joy it brings.”

I was sure that she was speaking gibberish. There was no way that I would ever enjoy something like this.

“I don’t think I can do this, Clara,” I confess. “This is too much for me—the annoying crowd, the screaming girls, how close everyone is seated. I want to go home and relax. I’ve seen enough, and this is not for me.”

“Please, Scarlett.” She begs. “You need to just sit down for a few minutes, and you’ll see you will enjoy the game just like reading your books.”

“I already agreed to try and make Carter fall in love with me because he broke your heart, so I can break his. You’re my sister, and he was your boyfriend; I keep trying to make you see that this plan may backfire on all of us, but you won’t listen to me. I’m already doing so much; why must I attend this game also?” I demand.

“Carter deserves everything that’s coming for him. I’m incredibly grateful you even considered doing this for me because I asked you to. You’re more than my sister Scarlett. I promise you only need to continue this for a little while longer. Carter is already falling for you.”

Someone clears their throat at us and gains our attention.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I don’t have a ticket, so I must stand in the back here.”

“Do you go to our school?” I ask her. “I’m Scarlett, by the way.”

“I’m Clara, her sister.”

“And I’m Jenna, the best friend.”

“I’m not from here,” she answers. “I came with a woman that I work for. Her name is Giselle. As for my name, I’m not sure how to explain it, but I’ve lost my memories of my past and have no idea what it is or who I am. I’m sorry that I can’t give a proper introduction.”

Her words surprise me, and I’m incredibly unhappy she lost her memories.

“If you want, you can come sit with us,” I suggest. “We have an extra seat, and I would prefer giving it to you than any other girls around here. They often scream, and I don’t want to go deaf tonight.”

She laughs.

“Is that a yes?” Clara asks her.

She nods. “I’d love to; I only hope that Giselle does not get angry with me.”

I roll my eyes, “I see Giselle is one of those.”

“Where are your seats?” She asks.

I smile, “there is one benefit of having a popular older sister. We get front-row seats! Even though I hate these games, I know it’s impressive to get the opportunity to sit up front.”

“I’m sure you just overheard our little conversation,” Clara says, embarrassed.

“You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone,” she assures us.

I knew we could trust her. Clara and I had to stop discussing our plans in public places. If one of those screaming girls had heard our conversation, it would be over for us.

“I wasn’t going to say anything along those lines,” Clara clarifies. “I can already see you’re not like that. I wanted to explain properly so you don’t think we’re crazy. Also, this could help so that you would understand any future conversations that we may have.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” she tells her. “I know it’s private.”

My mind stops noticing their conversation when I remember my alone time with Carter. I felt this weird feeling in my belly, something I’ve never felt before and it makes me uneasy.

The crowd suddenly erupts into a loud cheer, it’s enough to distract me from my uncomfortable thoughts.

“What’s happening?” I ask Clara.

“They’re coming out.”

I follow her gaze and spot our school’s team heading onto the field. And then I see him, and for the first time in my life, my heart skips a beat because of Carter Prince. I’ve never seen him like this before. He looked so happy and alive like football was his life. He was smiling at his team and waving at the crowd. They loved him, everyone here. They were all cheering for him.

His light blonde hair sparkles under the stadium lights, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look this handsome.

For the first time, I think I understand why girls went so crazy over him. Because of this, I saw him in all his glory, playing his favorite game and being the f*****g star player.

And he certainly was the best player on the team. There was no question about that. The game starts and proves my point within the first few minutes. Carter was the first to score, and he was also the second. He was also the reason why his teammate scored the third goal. Just like I said, he was the star player.

He couldn’t have gotten this good just by luck. He must train very hard to be that good at something like this. I always thought he was this spoilt, rich kid with no ambition or goals. I can see that I was wrong; this was his dream, which he worked towards, and it showed.

“Ugh,” Clara says beside me. “I forgot how good Carter looked at these games. He always outshone everyone around him. I used to feel so proud knowing that I was his girlfriend. I felt lucky knowing I was the one he was coming home to at night while all the other girls wished they had him. Now I know that they had him all along. I was the fool.”

My sister’s words are enough to snap me back to reality. It’s just what I needed to stop falling for Carter’s skills on the field. I got a bit carried by how good he was and how much everyone adored him while he played. I’m happy for her reminder; I needed to remind myself who he was constantly. Yes, he had good qualities, but it seemed like the bad outweighed them all.

“At least you’re not stuck in that relationship with him anymore. I think that you’re lucky to have found out. Imagine if you were still with him thinking that he loved you and was loyal to you when he was cheating, and everyone around you knew it and didn’t bother telling you.” I tell her. “Trust me, you’re doing much better without him and his cheating ways.”

She agrees with me but I can still see the excitement and pain in her eyes.

The girl who’d just joined us excused herself before the game could end and we all said goodbye even though our eyes were stuck on the game “I almost forgot about this part!” Clara exclaims suddenly.

“What part?” I ask her, curious.

“I always hated this part.” She tells me.

“What are you talking about?” I demand. “Will you just explain it to me?”

“At the end of all Carter’s games, the star player must kiss someone from the crowd. Carter was the star player at almost every game, and I would have to watch him kiss other girls. I hated it, but I knew that it was just a silly tradition and didn’t think much of it.” She explains.

You got to be kidding me. What kind of stupid tradition was that? Why would he kiss random girls from the crowd? I bet that this must have been a tradition that he had created to be able to kiss any girl he wanted to kiss. I doubt anyone here would complain about him kissing them, however. They were excited about this part.

“So how do they choose who he kisses?” I ask Clara.

“Whoever the camera falls on,” she tells me as she points to the huge screen on the edge of the field.

I watch the camera move around the crowd, searching for a girl for Carter to kiss.

“I don’t think I’m staying for the end of this,” I tell her as I stand up, attempting to leave. Clara holds my hand to stop me from walking out. “It’s almost over.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay back to watch Carter kiss some random girl from the crowd. I had better things to do than that.

“Ugh, guys,” Jenna calls to us.

“What?” Clara and I ask at the same time.

“You might want to see who the camera just stopped at.” She tells us.

I follow her gaze, and my body runs cold at what I see next.

Me.

It was me.

I was the girl from the crowd that Carter had to kiss today.

Oh no.

No. No. No.

This wasn’t happening to me!