Scott Is A Bad Friend Novels & Stories

Anne was the type of easygoing girl who harbored no ill intentions and had a big heart. Hearing her back Anne up made him dislike her even more. "She’s a bad influence on you," he spat. His words sounded really far-fetched to her. What kind of bad influence could Anne inflict on her? She was just making friends with a woman of the same age as her. "Mr. Scott, I think the only reason you’re saying this is because you don’t have any colleagues, so you can’t possibly understand what it’s like to be friends with someone. Frankly, I think you’re being very unreasonable right now,” she snapped in reply.

“You’re important to me. You know that, right? You mean more. I’m sorry I did that. I just couldn’t...” “It’s okay,” Ethan said quietly. “Sorry,” she said again, squeezing his hand. “But what did you want to tell me?” she asked. “It’s strange for you to call me here.” Ethan nodded slowly. “I wanted to tell you" Lily was silent. “I felt guilty liking your best friend. She was more like a younger sister to us. But no matter how I tried to forget her, I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t hide it forever. So I wanted to tell you, Lily.”

I was man enough to admit my best friend was built much like the buildings he’d made his living building. “I think Annie likes me, actually,” I told him, quite sure Annie had given me a much easier time than Craig might have as a child. “She was sweet. She loved fishing, so I think I won a couple of points there.” He rolled his eyes. “Suck up. I never thought I would see the day you were looking to score points with a six year old girl.” “Neither did I, actually,” I chuckled. “When you put it like that, I can see why you don’t believe me. I’m not sucking up though, I just wanted to do something fun with them.”

He looked just about ready to shoot back up and head into the thick of the party looking for Marcus’ friends so that they could also get the same treatment he did. Asteria put a firm hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure that with what just happened to Marcus, his friends know not to try something like that on anyone else ever again.” Damian sighed. “It had nothing to do with your skirt length.” “I’m just saying, if it had been longer…”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

I stepped backwards as he got closer. His eyes were cold and mischievous, a sly smirk displaying on his lips. "Zen, I'm sorry. You know I've never meant to hurt you." "But you did! Of all people, why Madison?" He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep sigh. "I don't know. She's there for me when I need someone and she understands me. She's a real friend." "Friend? Aren't you touching her?" He shoved his hands into his pockets then went back to his desk and began typing on his computer again.

Glancing at Kenny and Neil, Scott said, "My life isn't worth much. Just go ahead and do what you want with me." "Your life isn't worth much? Okay, let me ask you one thing. How did you become friends with Elvira?" "We became friends because I saved her life once." "Isn't that coincidental?" Kenny rebuked. "You're friends with a murderer? And your friend is helping others harm Evan? Your excuse is preposterous!" Scott looked at him calmly. "That's the fact." "Facts! You motherf—" "That's enough, Kenny!" Neil stopped Kenny.

Brody was standing up for me; I could stand up for myself, but it was nice knowing who had my back. “You’re supposed to be my friend,” Scott said, sounding a little hurt. “I’m not friends with assholes,” he muttered. “Now, if you’ll excuse us.” Brody offered me his arm, which I gladly accepted, and we shoved our way past Scott and toward a more secluded area where the couches were. “Thank you,” I said to him as we sat down. “You didn’t have to do that.” “I couldn’t just let him talk to you like that, Sheryl,” Brody said with a faint smile. “And plus, I meant what I said… all of it.”

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

“I mean could whoever be after Colton Adams and you got involved?” “I don’t know” she answered, “Koty doesn’t seem like someone people would want to lock up for murder.” It was his turn to raise a questioning brow. “You never know. It could be a family feud… and why are you supporting this Colton Adams of a boy?” “He is my friend. We made up today, settled all our differences and forgave all the hurt. He agreed to just be friends.” She informed him. He scoffed, “Just friends? That is a trick he wants to use to win you over.”