Dirty Desires

Chapter 6

I follow the sound even though my mind is telling me to leave. My eyes widen when I see Carter's bare ass. The girl is moaning as he rocks in and out of her; her nails are scraping his back, and her eyes are closed. She seems to be in ecstasy from the look of pleasure on her face.

They aren't kissing. It's not any form of love. They're simply f*****g. And it looks like that's all Carter is capable of.

I felt sick to my stomach seeing him do this in an empty classroom with some random girl.

What's the matter with me? Why am I still here, watching them together?

I rushed out of the room, not bothering to look back as I slammed the door behind me.

If I had thought my dislike for Carter was strong before, I now realized it had grown even deeper. The guy had absolutely no self-control—how could he possibly be having s*x with a girl in a classroom?

None of this made any sense to me.

It was just the second day after he and my sister broke up, and he hardly wasted any time before moving on to another girl. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, considering he had been fooling around even while he was still with her.

"Did you find them?" Clara asks me.

I hesitated to share with my sister what I had just witnessed. She was already going through so much pain, and I couldn't bear to add to her burden.

"No, they had already left. I tried to catch up, but they got lost in the crowd of students." I lied, the false information slipping off my tongue effortlessly. I was ready to say anything to shield her already fragile heart.

She sighs, "I guess that's okay. Clear your schedule after school. We're going shopping. We need to get you a new wardrobe."

"I like hiding under my hoodie and baggie clothes," I complain. "Do we have to change what I wear?"

She nods and says, "If we want him to fall for you, we need to grab his attention. The best way to do that is by wearing clothes that will catch his eye. I know exactly what he finds appealing in a woman, and I can help you find the perfect outfit for your body type."

Will the torture ever end? I know that this plan was to torture Carter, but so far, the only person being tortured is me.

I spent the rest of my day anxiously anticipating my trip to the mall. I tried to slip away unnoticed before Clara could see me, but she found me just in time. My best friend had eagerly spilled the beans on where I was hiding. It turned out Jenna was excited about watching me get a makeover. I should have seen that coming; she always had a soft spot for makeovers.

"I'm so excited to see what Clara does to you." She says as we walk into the first store.

"Of course you would, traitor." I snap.

She links her arms through mine and pulls me further into the store. "Are you still upset about that? You should smile, your sister is paying for everything, and you'll be turned into one of those hot girls from school."

I roll my eyes. "I have no interest in being one of those popular girls from the academy. I'm completely happy with who I am right now."

Clara grabbed a handful of dresses and practically pushed me into the dressing room. Frustrated, I quickly stripped off my clothes and tried on the first dress—a light blue number with embellished long sleeves. It was so short that it barely covered my ass. I couldn't believe this was even appropriate for class. If I dropped my pen, there was no way I could bend down without giving everyone behind me a show.

“How’s it going in there?” Clara called out.

I sighed and pulled back the curtain to let her see how the dress fit me.

“Wow!” Jenna exclaimed. “You have to get that one!”

“I know,” Clara chimed in as she examined me closely. “I always suspected you were hiding behind those baggy clothes. This color really brings out your complexion.”

“It’s too short,” I countered, still not convinced by either of them.

"Short is good," Clara informs me. "Carter loves short dresses, skirts, tops, the more skin, the better."

"Of course, Carter would love that. Did he ever notice a woman for anything other than her looks?" I demand.

Clara laughs, "Isn't that the whole point of this plan? To get him to see you for more than your looks. But sadly, the only way to get his attention at first is through what you wear. After he gets hooked, you can wear longer dresses and skirts. He would already be too hooked to notice."

I roll my eyes. When will this torture end?