You're The Reason | Scott McCall [ 1 ]

23. Just Say You Love Me

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JUST SAY YOU LOVE ME

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           Once I closed the front door of Allison's house and was met with the dark, freezing breeze of the night, I shivered at how cold tonight was. Scott. Shit, he wanted me to go to his house. Opening the door to my car, I sat down quickly in the front seat before sitting there for a moment, pondering what the hell just happened. I made it to Scott's house in a blur because I was practically speeding down the damn roads. I got out of my car and locked it before walking up to Scott's house. My hands knocked on the door, only for Ms. McCall to open it.

"Hey, sweetheart", she grinned. "What brings you here on this fine night?"

I shrugged, "Scott wanted to talk to me. We haven't been talking lately so it's nice to see that he came around finally."

She rolled her eyes, "That dumbass Scott."

"Yeah, yeah", I chuckled.

"So", she smiled, pulling me into the house. Might I say that she looked really beautiful right now. She was all dressed up, makeup done perfectly. "Guess who's lucky to be with me tonight."

My eyes widened. "You have a date?!"

She faltered, an annoyed look on her face, "I'm not that old, Anabelle."

"No, no, that's not what I mean– I mean..."

Melissa's eyebrows furrowed. "Just stop now before I do something I regret. Like, take away your car I'm keeping for you..."

I grinned at her because I completely forgot about the car. "You're right, I'll stop now. Hey, is Scott even here?"

She shook her head. "He said he'll be here in a couple of minutes."

I sighed, "I'll wait in his room."

She nodded at me, and I moved past her before making my way up the steps and walking into Scott's room. My eyes wandered around, looking at the scenery of his room. A smile made its way to my face at the guitar in the corner, that he never uses. My mother actually is the one who bought it for him a couple of Christmases ago. I plopped down on his bed and sighed, waiting for him. My eyes followed to his computer desk, where he had a bunch of pictures of him and I, including Stiles and Sam. I walked over to the desk and examined the pictures intently. I laughed at one that had Sam and Scott pushing Stiles into a pool, while I was in the background laughing. Of course. A gasp fell from my mouth when I noticed a picture that had me instead. It was just me. I remembered taking this picture actually. I was in a dark room, wearing a white dress and black heels. It was a photoshoot type thing, you know, the ones you take as a kid? I was at least fourteen in this picture. Why does Scott have it? I picked up the picture and held it in my hands. My eyes widened at the writing on it.