~SCARLETT~
“I still don't understand how I'm supposed to pretend to like someone I hate," I tell my sister as we walk into the cafeteria. It's the first step to see if Carter would notice me. Clara wants to see how much work she needs to put in to get him to pay any attention. I told her earlier that punching him a second time would be the perfect way, but she was totally against it.
"Okay," she says, looking at the table to the furthest right, "I see him, and he's there with a woman on his lap; of course, he would be doing something like that in the middle of the cafeteria."
I follow her gaze and shake my head in disgust. This was a completely different girl from who we saw him with earlier. At least he was always around Clara in public places when they were dating, not showing up wit
