Novel & Cerita Scott 13 Reasons Why

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

Scott's embarrassment was overshadowed by the urgent need to disable the bomb. Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, his body shaking with desperation. He tried to steady his hands, but they trembled uncontrollably. “I still haven’t gotten a girlfriend,” Scott whispered between his tears. “She is supposed to give me an answer tomorrow.” I couldn't even cry or scream, I just shut my eyes and looked into heaven. This is it, I'm coming to you, Lord, although it's early, please welcome me with open arms. Since I’ve suffered enough on earth, I'm definitely not going to hell. Time of death: 25/9/2025

he explained. Briana can't understand why Scott is getting so aggressive lately. "Why does it give me a feeling that you are already thinking that Jack won't recover anymore? Is that what you're secretly hoping in your mind nowadays?" she angrily asked him, sending lasers beams into his eyes. Scott's face had lost its smile and was now filled with a deep, profound sadness. "Please don't get me wrong. Have you forgotten that I lost both my parents in a car accident? Their sudden passing hit me hard, and I realized that life in this world is indeed short. We all die anytime, it's just a matter of time."

"When's he gonna stop this nonsense? I'm so hurt right now. And the thing is, no one's stopping him." "Soon, he'll be doomed," I assured her. She hit her palm against my chest non-stop, wept even harder. "I'm so, so hurt! Why didn't you say it to me? This is unfair! I'm so hurt!" What could I do? I just continued to pat her back, until she kept calm. Truly, very soon, Scott will be doomed. Greg and I were working towards that already. ***

“And now you’re asking to borrow a car? Entitled bitches, you Riccis are.” It wasn’t often that I let my emotions build up enough to lash out, but Scott’s nagging, combined with lack of sleep and food, aches and pains pulsing in several parts of my body, and wondering exactly what Killian’s business was, likely something with Sera, set my anger spilling over the edge of my thin patience. But I managed not to strangle him, and I forced my voice to remain even. “What’s your price?” “A rain check,” Scott said immediately as if he’d been waiting for me to ask. “I want this bastard dead, too. Don’t ask me why. I’ve heard about the shit he’s involved in, and he deserves to die. He’s giving us all

Greta looks phased but immediately recovers and stalks away. "What's up with her?" I ask Scott and he shrugs. I don't stop looking at him and so he sighs. "When I was thirteen, we might've fucked" I gasp. "Might've?" "We did" he clarifies and I shut my eyes. No wonder it was so awkward when Greta came around in the kitchen. Scott look relaxed but she on the other hand, was all over the place. Scott pulls me to seat on his leg on the bed. "It's in the past, babe. It means nothing to me" He sighs. "I was just looking for every little thing to rebel against my dad"

"Scott has always been the strong one. He's very sensitive, but he hardly shows it. He believes that he should be the one to fix every issue, so he tries so hard not to show how he truly feels. It's so hard to see him this way. If anything happens to him…. I… I don't know.. Oh God" "Nothing will happen, mom" said Sara, as she hugged her mother, who was beginning to sob again. "Scott is strong. He'll get over this" Vivian watched them… and all she could do was hope that he would be fine. He would pull through. He had to… —---------

he says, his tone soothing. The scene cuts to Scott, Xander's best friend, sitting in his office at work. He's been staring at his computer screen, his mind miles away. He's been feeling guilty about what he's been doing, but he can't seem to stop himself. The door to his office opens, and Melanie walks in. "Hey, Scott," she says, her voice flirtatious. Scott tries to hide his annoyance, but it's clear that he's not happy to see her.

“You didn’t tell me because you wanted to protect yourself from the guilt. Because you wanted to avoid this moment.” I stepped forward and grabbed Ace’s arm. “Ace, please—” He pulled away sharply, but he didn’t shove me. He just… couldn’t be touched. “Why didn’t you tell me someone pushed her?” Ace’s voice trembled now, no longer rage but just pain. “Why did you let me think it was my fault?” Scott paused, and in that pause, I could see his entire soul unravel. “I was trying to protect you,” Scott said quietly, breathlessly. “You were a baby, Ace. A newborn. You were innocent. I never knew you took the story of your mother’s death so personally. I never knew you believed it was your fault.”

“Dammit. I can’t break out.” Scott fell to the ground sulking in the cold harsh cell. “All I wanted was a normal life. A normal family I never asked to be a vampwolf.” Tears speed from his eyes as Scott laid there on the floor with all hopes of stopping with all hopes of stopping his sister dashed.