Scott 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

Veronica was sitting upright now, ignoring the pounding pain in her head as she glared belligerently at Sasha. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! J.J. doesn’t... he isn’t...” She stopped, shaking her head. How could she explain to Sasha of all people, about the thing that drove her, the memories and the fears? As a teenager, she had done so many foolish things and even let down the people who had loved and supported her.

Scott shouts, looking half asleep but ready to defend me. "She was murdered, Scott," I yell out, and tears resume to pour down my face. Scott looks completely confused for a moment before dropping his hands. "How do you know that," Scott asks, sounding hurt. "The goddess just told me. Her mate killed her when she tried to visit us. He thought she was leaving to be with Daddy," I sob out. Scott rushes to me, and we hold each other. He rubs my back and silently cries with me for a long time.

Sifting through those memories, I absent-mindedly touched my scar when Katrine entered the room and announced the news that I had also heard some minutes ago, once again. “Lexie! You are coming to the party tonight, right? Let's find a dress for you to wear-” “Kate! I really don't want to go-” “What! Why?” “You know the reason well! I hate crowds, because apparently even after two years, people haven’t gotten used to the fact that I have a scar, and they either keep staring at it or averting their gaze like they are scared!” “Hey, how many times do I need to tell you that your scars are-”

"All you have to do is pay him and apologize. It's not like it'll cost you your life." I said nothing and continued staring at her, watching her calculated act. After she delivered her script, tears started dropping down her cheeks. "Cassie, your family is so well off, and you've had everything you could ever want since we were kids. Why can't you show a little consideration for other people? "Your mom and dad gave you the best education, yet you don't have a single shred of empathy. Just think of how disappointed they'll be if they find out what you did."

"Assume I'm who you were waiting for. Talk to me." How could she deny that tone? Emily explained her situation briefly, leaving out personal details. Scott's expression shifted, something unreadable flickering across his face. "I know a thing or two about family problems." He paused. "I lost someone recently. I'm here because—" He stopped. Shook his head. "Doesn't matter. The point is, sometimes you need a stranger. Someone who doesn't know the whole ugly story." Scott signaled Martinez. "Two shots of whiskey."

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”

Scott takes his seat and pick up the whine Asher was zipping from, he gulps it down at a go and close his eyes in sweetness. “I need water please” He said and Anthony request for water for him from the reception. “I could bet in my head right now that you think my sister could send me to you right?” Scott said resting his back and removing his shoes. “Why are you here okay? Right now I’m at the peak of exploding” He said to him taking the seat opposite him even though he finds it uncomfortable. He’s starting to think in his head that she could probably send him to come him truly and just ask him some certain things and if he agree then she’s going to come back to him.

Apparently, tonight I was the story instead of the person writing it. “You seem tense.” Scott muttered, his eyes on me. “I just don't like cameras; that's it.” He raised a brow of surprise. “You can't be serious.* “Go ahead and laugh, baby.” I teased, and I could have sworn I saw him blush. “Good, you're starting to get into your role. There's a couple thousand dollars on the line. Of course I'm getting into my role. Plus there's my reputation.” “How come you don't like cameras?"

Eva said. “OK,” Scott replied. After a couple of minutes of talking, he started narrating everything that was going on between him and Rockwell. “That is very bad. Why would someone be after you like that?” Eva asked with a sad tone. “He just has it out for me,” he responded. “I know something that would make you feel better,” she replied as she stood up from the bed. “What is it?” Eva walked over to where the television was and switched it off. After that, she ambled over to where Scott was on the bed and she took off her gown slowly.