Chapter 289

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 289 ~SCARLETT~

I slam my elbow into his chest, and he coughs between laughter.

“Did she just hit Carter?” I hear one of the girls ask angrily.

I roll my eyes and ignore her as I storm out of the field.

I could hear Clara shouting my name as she ran after me.

She grabs my arm as soon as we hit the hallway.

“What the hell was that about?” She demands from me. “Why did you hit him?”

“He’s an ass.” I hiss. “A massive one.”

“What did he say to you?” She asks as she studies my face.

Should I tell her? She already knew his mouth was dirty; this wouldn’t surprise her. But for some reason, I couldn’t say it.

What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just tell her?

“He has a foul mouth. Let’s leave it at that.” I say.

She sighs, and Jenna joins our side just then.

“What’s going on?” She asks as she senses the tension.

Clara raises her hand, “guess who just hit Carter for the second time.”

Jenna gasps, “you didn’t?”

I roll my eyes and fold my arms against my chest. “He had it coming.”

Clara looks frustrated. “We want him to fall for you, Scarlett. He’s not going to fall for you if you keep hitting him. You’ll turn him into your enemy much faster than anything else!”

I inwardly groan, “I’m trying my best Clara. He isn’t easy to get along with. Something about him sends my blood boiling, and I can’t bloody stand the man!”

“I think we all need to cool down a little,” Jenna whispers. “These things happen sometimes. Plans don’t always go the way you expect it to. Let’s not give up. Scarlett needs a little more time to warm up to Carter.”

More time to warm up to him? I didn’t think any time in the world could help fix how I felt about him.

I was angry with his words, but most of my anger was for something else. It bothered me that my body responded to those words. A part of me enjoyed hearing him speak such dirty things in my ear.

I was never someone to enjoy something like that. It worried and angered me at the same time.

“He’s leaving the field,” Jenna announces.

“And so are all the girls, I’m sure,” I add.

She chuckles, “You’re right. They’re all following him like he’s their king.”

I roll my eyes and look at Clara, who’s still gazing at me. This time, her eyes are narrowed, and she seems to be paying close attention to me.

“What?” I ask her.

“There’s something strange about you today.” She points out. “I know that you never liked Carter after you learned that he cheated on me, but for some reason, those feelings seem to have intensified.”

I sigh, “I’m learning new things about him daily; of course, that hatred would only double with time.”

Hatred mixed with something else. I was beginning to realize that I wasn’t completely immune to Carter’s charms like we initially thought. I was starting to see that I was attracted to him.

A part of me wanted to experience those things he whispered to me.

What was I thinking?

Something had to be wrong with me. I couldn’t possibly be attracted to him. I couldn’t possibly want him to do dirty things to my body.

“He’s coming this way.” Jenna tries to alert us.

I tried to stop my heart from racing, but the damn thing was suddenly betraying me.

He looks at Clara briefly before walking over to me. “Can we talk for a bit?”

My eyes widen in surprise. Why did he want to speak to me?

I look at Clara, and I can see the confusion in her eyes. Even she doesn’t understand why he’s asking to speak to me.

“I don’t think I have the time.” I lie.

Clara narrows her eyes at me, and I know she wants me to say yes. She would use any opportunity to get me closer to Carter.

He swallows hard, “I want to speak to you, Scarlett.”

Why was he suddenly serious? What could this be about? He was always playful and speaking nonsense. This was the first time I’ve ever seen him this serious.

I slowly nod, and he surprises me by grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into a classroom. I can hear Clara’s surprise gasp behind us, but I don’t get a chance to look at her.

“W-what are you doing?” I demand.

I agreed to speak to him for a few minutes, but I never told him he could put his hands on me.

“I need you to do something for me.” He answers me. “I need you to promise me you will do as I say.”

I frown.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Why would I ever do him a favor?

“Are we friends?” I demand. “Why do you think I would ever do something for you?”

His jaw clenches, and he grabs my waist tightly.

“Listen to me.”

Listen to him? I was done listening.

I attempted to move away from him, but his grip was too firm.

He leans into me, and I freeze at his nearness. “This is important.”

“Let go of me.” I hiss.

He ignores me and instead pins me with his penetrating gaze.

“Keep your bedroom windows locked tonight, Scarlett.” He growls in a harsh tone. “No matter what happens, keep them locked.”

I frown.

“W-what?”

It was getting hard to breathe with him this near and gazing at me.

He doesn’t repeat himself, instead, he lets go of me and storms out of the classroom.

I fall back against the wall.

What the hell was that about?