𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋, 13 reasons why imagines.

Scott Reed{3}

probs not updating scott reed fanfic bc i'm lazy asf and cliche imagine that i do for almost imagine i do

imagine scott looking at you and bryce, and scott suddenly becoming protective over you

you walked down liberty high's corridors while your eyes were trained on the book that you were studying that was  in your hands. you weren't looking where you were going, you heard a voice causing you to stop abruptly. you glanced up from your book and saw the infamous player and fuck boy bryce walker with his baseball posse behind him. "can i help you?" you asked in a curt tone. a malice grin tugs upward. "i was just wondering if you want to come to the clubhouse with us?"

"with you?" you asked incredulously before you looked up and down. "have you looked at yourself." with that, you turned on your heel and walked away from him.

"her loss." bryce scoffed.

you exchange glances at scott, one of your friends, who was watching you and bryce. he looked angry, you thought. he pushed his locker door closed before giving you one spare glance then walking away. you sighed before you left for your home room where you could study some more for the test you didn't study. scott immediately felt rage pulsing through his veins when he saw y/n with bryce. scott stormed over to bryce who was on his phone. "hey reed." he greeted.

"what did you say to y/n?" he asked.

"just if she wanted to come to the clubhouse," bryce informed. "for you of course." he clarifies while he gave you a subtle wink.

"ugh bryce, i'm not a rapist like you. don't ever talk to her again." scott threatened with a scolding glare.

"what are you gonna do about it?" bryce asked while quirking an eyebrow. scott's fingers wrapped into a fist and he swung his fist directly in his face causing his head to jerk back. "you shouldn't have done that, reed." bryce seethes.

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you hear a knock on your front door, you walked downstairs to grab it. you opened the door to reveal, scott reed, "h-hey y/n." scott stammers causing you gasp when you saw that he had a black eye. "oh my gosh." you whispered under your breath.

"come with me, you need to put ice on that." you said while you grabbed his wrist gently. you pulled him towards your kitchen and opened the freezer where you got ice. you wrapped it in a towel and gave it to him. "spill. how did you get this black eye?" you asked as you leaned against the counter while scott jumped onto one of the kitchen stools.

"i saw you with bryce and i know how bryce can be..." scott trailed off. "so i talked to him." his voice got soft and he looked towards the ground while he fiddled his fingers.

"and he said things that i didn't think was right so, i punched him." he mumbled.

"aw scott, you punched a guy for me. that's really sweet." you cooed.

"yeah because i like you," scott said, while his eyes slowly met yours. you smile softly.

"i like you too."

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no big author notes for today i'm lazy asf but i deleted my scott mccall book and replaced it with theo raeken so go read it and vote and comment and woo

next imagine: justin or zach u choose.