Okay so this is short but I just needed to get them introduced and everything. The next chapter will be longer, pinky promise.
"Who was that?" Scott asked as soon as his uncle walked over. "Isabella Lahey," Bobby cut his eyes at Scott, "Why?" Scott shrugged, "I'm just curious. Jesus, stop looking at me like I stole something!" Bobby made a face at Scott, holding his hands up, "Alright. Alright. Maybe you just take a few hours off. I think the heat is getting to your brain." Scott quickly jerked off his apron and jumped the counter which got an irritated growl from his uncle before running out the door. He went home and changed into something more comfortable which meant putting on a tank top and some board shorts. After a moment of thinking he grabbed his summer reading list, deciding that the library was the best place to go.
It might have just been the best place to go because Scott was pretty this was the only place that had a cooling system. He was a bit disappointed to see the elderly librarian at the front desk but shook it off as he glanced down at his list. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn? Nope. The One That Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest? Really big nope. The Kitchen God's Wife? What even...? The Great Gatsby? Wasn't that a new movie with what's-his-face from Titanic? Yes. The Great Gatsby it would be. He glanced down at the author before he started to browse the shelf. Finally he rounded the shelves and spotted the girl from the diner, Izzy, with a cart, putting books away. "Um..." He awkwardly cleared her throat and she glanced over, raising an eyebrow, "Can I help you?" Scott wasn't sure what he was going to say so he thrust the list as her, "I'm looking for The One That Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest." Where in the hell did that come from? She seemed a bit surprised but gave a slow nod before she started clicking across the floor. A moment later she returned with a thick book, holding it out to him, "Here you go." Scott took the book slowly, "Thanks." She went back to shelving the books and Scott tried to think of something to say.
"I'm Mott Scall," Scott said, offering his hand before he froze, realizing what he'd just said. "I-I mea-" She shook his hand with a small laugh, "Scott McCall. I know, Bobby talked about you." Scott let out a weak laugh, nodding a little, "Right. Bobby. My uncle." Izzy shook her head a bit, her curls bouncing wildly as she started shelving books again. "Mmhmm," She mumbled, not looking at him, "He talked about how his spoiled sister's kid as coming out to work for him this summer for like...six months." Scott's cheeks turned dark red as he glanced down, "M'not spoiled." She let out a laugh, "I was joking. Calm down." Scott let out an uneasy laugh, "Joking. Right. Like...a ha-ha joke. Okay." Isabella raised an eyebrow at him before she pushed the cart down a little bit before continuing to shelve books. "Well I gotta you know...well..." She snickered a little, "Go?" Scott nodded quickly as he started to back up, "Yup. Go. See you around, Izzy?" She gave him a nod, "See you around, Mott."