~CARTER~
I slammed my fist against the steering wheel, frustrated with myself. I had messed up again. Who would have thought that kissing someone at the stadium after the game would make Scarlett furious with me?
If I'd known, I wouldn't have gone through with it.
The stupid tradition was just a ploy for the academy to rake in more money. They knew more girls would show up to the games if they thought there was a chance to kiss the star player. It was a clever strategy—until now. Now, it was a complete mess in my life.
I had always sensed that Clara wasn't thrilled when I kissed other girls after my games, but she never reacted as intensely as Scarlett had today.
But why was Scarlett even angry? Didn't she detest me? Why did this particular act bother her so much?
It didn't matter. I
