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~CARTER~ I slam my fist against the steering wheel. I'd f*****g messed up again. I never thought kissing someone at the stadium after the game would have made Scarlett angry with me. If I had known, I wouldn't have done it. The stupid tradition was only a way for the academy to make more money. They knew more girls would come to the games once they knew there was a chance to kiss the star player. It was a good strategy until now. It was f*****g messing with my life. I always knew Clara wasn't happy when I kissed other girls at the end of my games, but she never reacted as severely as Scarlett did today. But why was she even angry? Didn't she hate me? Why did this bother her that much? It didn't matter why. I had to find a way to stop it if it meant that she would start speaking to