Hannah sat in her room bored and alone, the whole has an unsettling silence. Her parents had left to see some old family gathering and she had convinced them to leave her home. Looking over at the T.V. she smiled as she noticed the movies and thought of a idea where she wouldn't be alone at home.

But who would come over that she didn't have problems with?

Her and Jessica still weren't talking, not after the news of her and Justin's new relationship.

Alex? No way in hell was she ever wanting to talk to him again.

Sighing she grabbed her phone and looked through the contacts and coming across one made a huge grin appear on her face.

Helmet.

Clay sat on his bed staring at the ceiling with Jeff Atkins sitting in his desk chair. And Clay was surprised to say at the least when Jeff showed up at his front door before speaking a question that made him pull Jeff inside and up to his room so his parents didn't hear.

Have you made a move on that Hannah Baker yet?

He did not need his parents knowing about who Hannah Baker was and also he did not need his dad giving him some speech about teenage crushes.

"So why haven't you made a move yet dude?" Jeff questioned after a moment of silence. "I mean I don't understand it, you have the whole summer. Call her."

"We don't even know if she likes me." Clay says leaning over to look at him. "And why are you even over here? I know you didn't just come over here to ask me about Hannah."

"Dude she likes you, trust me." Jeff says looking his friend in the eyes. "And two I did I come over here to talk to you about Hannah. Because it was me who got you that dance with her, please man you know you need my help."

"There is nothing to help with," Clay spoke sitting up.

Jeff was the kind of guy that Clay pictured practicing baseball all summer long or trying to hook up with girls. So what Clay couldn't figure out is why the hell Jeff was sitting on his desk chair, in the middle of summer, wearing a helpless expression.

"Why the long face?" Clay questioned.

"Because I never knew how clueless you really were when it came to girls." Jeff said. "Where the fuck is your phone?"

Clay fought the urge to look at his phone that was plugged in beside his laptop. He would only imagined what he would say to Hannah and he had already said enough stupid things during their sophomore year. And as much as he trusted Jeff, he couldn't fuck it up anymore.

"I don't know. Why do you need it anyway?" Clay hoped he was being convincing. "Don't you have your phone anyway?"

"Yes you idiot." Jeff said. "But if you are not-"

Before he could finish his sentence a beeping noise echoed in the room.

Jeff smirked before looking over at the desk and grabbed Clay's phone.

"Oh you little fucking liar." Jeff looked at Clay.

Clay groaned. "Dear lord almighty." He mumbled."

"Well the Lord seems to be on your side today Clay." Jeff smiled as he looked at the text on the lock screen.

Clay held his hand out and Jeff handed him the phone looking like a kid on Christmas.

And as Clay looked at his phone, he immediately understood the look on Jeff's face.

Hey Helmet, what do you say about a movie marathon tonight at my place? Say at 8pm?

"Do I say yes?" Clay looks up at Jeff.

"Of course you say yes! And I will be picking out your clothes." And as Clay texts Hannah back with an answer Jeff makes his way over to Clay's closet.

Hannah sat nervously on the edge of the couch hoping to hear from Clay. Truth was that she liked Clay, but after Justin, Zach, and Marcus she didn't trust boys.

But Clay, he didn't seem like those boys. He hasn't made a move on her, hasn't stopped talking to her after he's seen those photos.

So when Hannah heard her phone let out that all too familiar beep.

I would love to Hannah Baker. But no chick flicks.

Hannah smiled at that.

But she didn't know what she was the most afraid of; the fact that Clay would turn out like every other guy or that he wouldn't like her back.