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~SCARLETT~ We were at the game, and my hands were shaking. I haven't been able to stop it since we got here. I was a lot more affected than I expected. How was I so worried about who Carter would end up kissing to the point that my hands were shaking? This didn't seem okay. Something was most definitely wrong with me. I've had so much hatred towards Carter for what he did to Clara; where did all of that hatred go? When did those feelings begin to change? Why did it take me this long to realize it? "They're already winning," Clara says with excitement. "Even though I hate his guts for cheating, I'm always happy to watch him play." That's right, Scarlett, that bastard cheated on your sister! He cheated on her! Why on earth are you developing feelings for him? "He's going to be th