imagine; scott taking you to the club house and being protective over you
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"sherri, do we really need to do this?" i whisper as we walk to the club house with bryce, scott, and another boy. "yes, it's for clay." she says keeping it short and simple. i roll my eyes and stop in my tracks as scott starts to unlock the door. he opens it for everyone and i walk in last, grabbing his hand and walking in. he pulls me close as we walk through the small shed. i sit besides him and sherri on a couch and we all start talking. until sherri pulls out her fucking weed. "what the hell are you doing?" i mutter through clenched teeth. "go with it." she whispers. "wait, wait. let me take a picture!" bryce exclaims grabbing a small tin box and grabbing camera. scott adjusts his position and sticks his tounge out wrapping his arm around me. i scoff and give a smile. "okay now i want one with just (Y/N) and me." bryce says smirking. i shake my head and they all get off the couch hesitantly. he throws and arm around me and rests his hand on my thigh. scott takes the picture quickly and pushes bryce off of me. "come on, let's get outta here." he says nodding to the door. "sorry." i mouth to sherri before leaving the shed.
