Scott Mccall Season 1 Novels & Stories

“Even if Hunter is out of the picture, I don’t think Maleah would want me back after all of this time.” Scotty places his palms on my shoulders with a commanding shake. “Listen to me. Yer, a braw lad who kills people for a living. Don’t tell me that yer scared of expressing yer feelings for a wee lass. Yer head is full of mince if ye don’t try.”

Scott thought. T.B.C

, I whine as she crashes to the floor, "Just- Just wait a second! Stop panicking!" And when they all freeze, I realise that I'm the only one panicking. I let go of everyone and straighten up, stroking back my hair, "Thank you... Yes, Mr. Scott is outside- " Eva squeals again but I shoot a firm finger across her mouth. I sigh as we lock eyes. She understands and I lower my hand, "Yes...", I drawl again, "Mr. Scott is outside. He's in a brown button up shirt. You can subtly look if you wish- "

“You sure know how to have your way.” Heather looked up at Scott as she buttoned her shirt. She adjusted her hair and gazed at him again. “Now spill it…And put some clothes on!” Scott walked toward the table, completely naked, as he reached for his bottle of liquor and poured it into a cup. He took a sip, then grabbed the towel draped over the chair and tied it around his waist. Leaning against the wall with his legs crossed, he circled the rim of the glass with his finger.

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?”