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.

"Sir, your........." "Just shut up!" I yelled at my personal assistant. "I'm sorry sir, but your father is asking for you and it's urgent" He completed and moved away. Fuck it. I'm Xavier Scott, an actor. My father owned the Scott's Entertainment. I have passion for acting and I really love it. I'm what they call king of dumpers. I fuck girls and dump. I hate being disappointed. Right now, I'm supposed to sign a contract that worth millions but now, that tiny girl ruined it.

“I demand to know what really happened. W-Why did Scott save her?” “I could tell you…” Kathleen whispered, eyes still wandering down the tiled floor. “But none of us knew why, exactly.” “That’s bullshit,” Jess lamented, looking to no one in specific. “Scott is never one to risk his life for someone. He can’t even do that for me, but then, y-you?” Now her eyes shifted to Kathleen. “Tell me, w-what did you do to him? He’s acting like his normal self before he left this a-afternoon, so how?”

Maybe it was Aarya’s powers. “You scared me, dumbass,” Aarya chuckled through her tears as she held onto Scott. After a moment, she pulled back and playfully smacked him on the head. “Why did you do that? Why did you jump in front of the bullet?” Scott, looking slightly offended, mustered a weak smile. “I couldn’t let my only family and most important friend die,” he said, holding Aarya’s hand. “And my boss might have kicked me out of my job if I failed to protect you. By the way, boss, you are seriously hot. Those abs!” He wheezed, struggling to catch his breath. A hint of his mischievous nature shone through his pale lips.

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?”

I know my best friend is having a mental breakdown by how cute they are right now. "Great thanks guys, I look forward to meeting you all later." Scott answers. As soon as Alison and Scott are out of sight we bombard Sydney with questions. The poor thing was not expecting it at all. Sydney was 19 and worked part time at the hair salon. She told us Scott's sister, Libby, used to work here all the time and that she soon became Sydney's best friend. After Libby died in a train crash last year Scott started coming every day after school every Friday which was the day his sister had work. Scott is 17 and turned 17 about four months ago. He is a Guardian in the pack which oddly made sense just by l