The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~CARTER~

She's so beautiful. Scarlett is fucking breathtaking without even trying to be.

I don't know how I survived walking past her and not pulling her into my arms. She had this lovely glow on her face, and I wanted to kiss her perfect lips. And her scent. Damn it. I missed that scent. I missed her voice. I missed every single thing about her.

I can barely stand on my feet when we move into the locker room. It was time for practice, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to focus.

"You're better off without her," Craig says.

I slam him against the locker, and his eyes widen. "What the fuck?"

"Watch what comes out your mouth about her," I growl.

"What did I say?" He asks in shock.

Ares pulls me off him and forces me out of the locker room.

"Your mood is worsening each day that goes by." He tells me. "Why don't you just talk to Scarlett? I'm sure it's something that the both of you need to do."

Talk?

Talking wasn't going to solve anything. I had to keep away from her. I had to keep her safe from me. I had to be prepared for the next full moon. I wouldn't let there be a repeat of the last two times. The curse inside of me would not win, not again.

"Talk to her?" I growl. "She fucking hates me. I'm the last person that she wants to talk to. She only started speaking to me at first because of her revenge plan with Clara. After what I did, I'm sure she wants nothing to do with me again." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Even if she wanted something to do with me, I wouldn't allow it.

"They seemed to be close again." He says.

He was right. I did notice them standing next to each other. They weren't really on speaking terms when Clara found out about us. They must have worked it out.

I felt relieved to know that Clara had forgiven Scarlett. I wanted her to have her sister again. I didn't want her to go through the pain alone.

Hopefully, she will eventually move on from me quickly. I would hate to see Scarlett suffer because of me. I already hated myself for making her cry.

She looked better today than the last time I saw her. She wasn't crying and it gave me some relief to know that she was doing better.

"You boys ready for practice?" Our coach asks.

No. I wasn't ready for anything. Still, I nod my head and run out into the field. I needed a distraction from Scarlett. I still wanted to run back to her even though I knew that I couldn't.

After ten minutes into the game, everyone was already looking at me like I was a different person.

"What's going on, Carter?" The coach asks. "Ever since we lost that game, you haven't been yourself. You haven't been performing like you usually do. This is not good for your reputation. You've worked too hard to throw it all away now."

It was hard to focus without Scarlett in my life. She was on my mind every second of every day, and the pain was almost unbearable.

"I'm sorry, coach." I apologize. "I'll try harder."

I was making promises I knew that I couldn't keep. I may never be able to play like I used to again. Not when I knew I'd hurt Scarlett.

Why did I have to be cursed? Why couldn't I be normal like every other werewolf out there?

"I think you should have a few days off." He tells me. "I'll talk to the principal. Stay home and rest for at least a week."

An entire week without the academy? That meant that I wouldn't have the chance to see Scarlett. I lived for the opportunity to see her every day.

"No." I immediately declined. "I have to come to the academy every day. I can't miss a practice. I have classes. I don't want to miss anything."

He sighs, "I know you hate to miss practice, but I can see you need this break, Carter. It's okay to need a break. We all need a break every once in a while. You've had a rough week. We all know it. Take some time off."

Fuck.

He wasn't letting this go.

Ares places a hand on my shoulder, "I'll make sure that he gets his rest, coach."

"You can leave now." He orders me. "I'll meet with the principal in an hour."

Shit.

I don't say anything as I storm out of the field. When I reach the lockers, I slam my fist against it.

Nothing was going how I wanted it to. Everything was getting worse.

What the fuck am I supposed to do for an entire week without seeing Scarlett? That was freaking torture.

Maybe that was a good thing. I did want to torture myself after what I did to her.

But that was too damn hard.

It was too much. Everything was too much without Scarlett.

I miss her.

I miss her so much.

I miss her smile, her scent, her words, her eyes.

I miss everything.

Damn it, I want to see her now. I need her.

I fucking need her so damn much.