~SCARLETT~
I slam my elbow into his chest, and he coughs between laughter.
"Did she really just hit Carter?" one of the girls asks angrily.
I roll my eyes and brush past her as I storm out of the field.
Clara’s voice rings out, calling my name as she sprints after me.
As soon as we reach the hallway, she grabs my arm.
"What was that all about?" she demands. "Why did you hit him?"
"He's a jerk," I hiss. "A complete jerk."
"What did he say to you?" She studies my face, searching for answers.
Should I tell her? She already knows how foul his mouth can be; it wouldn’t shock her. But for some reason, the words get stuck in my throat.
What is wrong with me? Why can't I just say it?
"He has a filthy mouth. Let’s leave it at that," I reply.
She sighs, and just then, Jenna joins u
