Scott Is A Bad Friend Novels & Stories

Stella faked gasp but laughed out her best friend's tone. "So... I saw you looking at that new girl today in econ class," Stella said, Scott groan he knows what's coming next. "You like her don't you?" Stella said in a teasing tone. "Yes, I mean, why not? She's pretty, cute and will nice" Stella chuckled at her friend's definition. "You like her, oh my God! Scott McDonald actually likes someone! Freaking finally!" Stella shouted as she grips the wheel in excitement. "Shut up it's not like you've done any better," Scott said.

Rose scoffed. Daisy was mortified. ‘Was I that wrong?’ “I wonder if you see us as friends or just colleagues.” When Rose said this, Daisy was so stunned that her hand holding Rose’s arm slid down on its own accord. Rose stood up from the bed, wearing a sad look that caused Daisy to start feeling extremely guilty. Rose ignored her and left the room feigning annoyance and Daisy lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling. ‘Was I that wrong and bad as a friend?’

They carried on with their lives as if nothing had happened. And now, people had the audacity to say, "After you were taken, Scott was depressed for three years. He almost jumped off a building. If it weren't for his efforts contacting friends in Asternis, you wouldn't have made it back at all!" I didn't respond. I simply reached into my pocket, fingers brushing against the diamond ring hidden inside. … When I remained silent, Scott's friends took it upon themselves to speak. "Mia, Scott developed bipolar depression because he missed you so much. Now that you're back, you can finally take care of him."

“Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.” “Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?” I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.” “Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out. “Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

I scroll away from that post and find another one right under it, posted within a few seconds after the first one. JAMES SULLIVAN—Blonde. boring. nerd. a pain to look at. Ring a bell? JAMES SULLIVAN—Her number or an address too. Anyone would do just fine. This post gets even more reactions. The comments underneath it are too cringy for me to even go through so I simply scroll again. JAMES SULLIVAN—I just want to pay a visit to a good friend. Friend. I can hear the smirk behind it. I can see those full lips curling up at my misery. When he says that, I know it’s trouble.

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.

But if you add in the fact that he saved my life, well, my parents would happily sign over everything they own just to thank him. My mum has badgered me from first meeting Scott, asking why I’ve never brought home a guy like him. If I’m truthful to myself, if any of the guys were even half like Scott, I would label them a keeper. But Scott is my friend, I don’t know why my parents, or more specifically my mum can’t see that.

"Then don't! I don't need your help!" Scott shouted, glaring at Grayson before turning around to leave. Grayson was furious. "Do you still want to save Robert or not?" Scott immediately turned around. "Of course I want to save him! He's my best friend!" "Then fuck off and stop causing trouble for me!" Emotionally charged, Scott questioned, "What trouble did I cause for you? Do you think I can't save him myself? Do you think I'm retarded or something? Do you still think I'm the same old me who can't do anything without your help?"

, I asked with squinted eyes but it seems this guy is not getting my intentions at all. "What type of friend, Scott?!", I shouted and he held back a laugh which somehow managed to make a short sneezing like sound out of his nose. "Are you laughing right now?", I asked and he quickly brought his hand to cover his mouth. "Of course not, boss", he replied with a straight face and then cleared his throat I massaged my forehead and closed my eyes before opening them and looked up at Scott. "She was with a friend but the friend is a girl and they seemed very close. That's all", Scott finally said and I shot him a glare

“But she won’t even agree to… never mind.” Scott scrolled through his tablet. “Do you want us to study at your penthouse, mine, or the farmhouse? I’m trying to set your schedule for tomorrow.” “You brought your tablet to the club? Are you kidding me right now? Put that thing away!” Scott acts like a nerd, but he isn’t. My father liked him a little too much. Said he kept me in check. Scott wasn’t just my best friend. He was also my personal assistant and PR manager. But sometimes he took that role way too seriously. He was starting to sound like my dad.