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~SCARLETT~ I was pissed. I couldn't believe Amy just did that to me. I wasn't even after Carter. Why the hell was I her next target? She could have him. I angrily searched the bag in the car for any spare clothes to wear over my tube top. I knew I should have something in here. "What's that on your chest?" Carter asks suddenly, his tone is alarming. Everything stills around me at that one question—my chest. What was on my chest? You're so freaking dumb, Scarlett! How could I have forgotten about the love bites all over my chest? I wore the damn thing to hide it in the first place. This was all Amy's fault. If she hadn't been such a jealous b***h, I wouldn't be in this position. I hide my chest with my arms and stare at him with a blank look. "Scarlett?" He calls my name w