Scott So Novels & Stories

Scott sat at the bar nursing a fresh beer. He wasn’t sure what was going on. Perhaps Regina hadn’t told her friends that she was going out with him tonight. He knew women. They’d be in that bathroom for at least ten minutes. Scott raised his glass to take a sip of his beer. “Scott! Scott Kelly!”

His dark hair had grown longer than before and was tied neatly behind his head. The biggest difference was a long scar cut across one side of his face. Oddly enough, it didn't ruin his appearance. If anything, it stripped away some of the polished gentleness he used to wear like a mask and exposed something cold and unhinged underneath. Scott looked directly into the camera with a faint smile, almost as if he knew someone would eventually find the image. As if he were saying hello. It was Scott. He was alive. "Sovereign Industries was completely emptied out," Kyle continued. "People, equipment, supplies. Everything's gone. I'm pretty sure Scott moved it all himself. I tried tracking him near

“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.

I asked, raising my brows. Elliot was incredibly strong, and I doubted someone like Scott could defeat him, even if Elliot didn’t have a backup. Scott laughed, sending a chill down my spine. “I have a secret weapon that’ll get rid of him quickly,” Scott murmured. “All it’ll take is a scratch.” My heart fell deep into my stomach; was he talking about the same dagger that I came here to find? “Does that upset you?” He asked, putting his hands on the table. “Are you capable of truly helping me, Silver? Or are you playing games?”

Scott watched him for a moment, then took a deep breath and headed toward the camp's administrative offices. Taking a deep breath, Scott pulled open the glass door and entered the lobby. "Hey, Soledad, how's it going?" he grinned at the short brunette woman behind the front counter. "Hi, Scott! Aren't you supposed to be off for the weekend?" "Yeah, I'm on my way. I just…" He hooked a thumb down the hallway. "Is he in?" "Sure, go on back," she smiled. Scott moved off down the hallway and stopped outside the open office of Ryan Davis, the director of Crossroads, and its chief therapist. He knocked on the doorframe. The other man was on the phone, but he motioned for Scott to come in.

A hint of his mischievous nature shone through his pale lips. Aarya chuckled, disregarding the signs that Scott’s time might be running out. “Can you stop ogling at my mate, you asshole?” “I... I love you, my friend,” Scott wheezed, his voice strained. “Please don’t cry after I’m gone. I know you’ll give me a kickass funeral.” He mustered a chuckle. “And I… I have something for Little Boss Baby in my a... apartment. Please give that to him.”

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Scott Baker, sex therapist, member of that well known professional body, BIST. Bryony could not believe what she was hearing, and shrieked, "Holy fuck! No way! Is he actually serious, Jules?" Her partner nodded in confirmation. "Hold on a minute," Bryony said, "what about men? Is our Scott going to turn gay?"

Immediately the door bangs, he goes to the couch lying down. "Scott" "Rest" He grumble like a child. St least he's not yelling or trying to go after Nolan with a promise of death. So, I lie down, making sure to face the couch. The lights had gone out and the moonlight reflected into the room, casting a wonderful glow on the couch. Scott looked like a black puff of smoke lying on the couch. His long curly hair was even shining in the moonlight. He might be the biggest dork on the planet, but he's still my dork.

“Oh, my god. You did something scandalous, didn’t you?” Scott laughs, shaking his head. “Relax, drama queen. I had a couple of drinks at the hotel bar, ate way too much room service on Damien’s tab, and went to bed early.” McKenzy huffs in disappointment. “Well, that’s boring.” Scott grins wider. “But the game was amazing. Best one I’ve ever been to.” She turns to Tomas, who has been smiling quietly through the exchange. “What about you, professor? Anything scandalous?”