A/N: Hey guys! Rosey here! I know what you're all thinking...Why don't I finish the fics I start? Why do I just let you all wallow in pain and suspension, wondering what's going to happen next? Well, I need motivation to do what I do what I do, as well as ideas, which I have neither. So, of course, I just start 'fresh' in hopes of continuing. I apologize for my disappearances, but recently I have gotten into 13 Reasons Why, the show. After watching the series, I recently just bought the book. I am currently reading the book, so at the moment, I will not have what happens in the book, in this fic, since the series and the book are quite different. So pull those tissues close and hope for the best, like me.

DISCLAIMER: TH1rteen R3asons Why does NOT belong to me as well as any of the characters.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

That was the one line that may have changed everything for the better.

"Leave me alone! Okay, just leave me alone, Clay." Please don't go. "You should just go." Please, I need you.

But how could he know that? I was basically begging him to leave. I knew what kind of person he was, obedient. And me telling him to leave wasn't helping. But I hoped against hope he wouldn't leave.

"I thought it was okay." He says, beginning to put his shirt back on.

The tears began to fall from my face, my wall being built once again. "Yeah, I don't want you here, get out!" I yell, my eyes pleading as I look at him. I turn my head, looking at the ground. That was it, he was beginning to button up his shirt and considering to actually listen to me, for once.

"Hannah."

Those words. So calm, so kind. I feel him behind me, so I panic. Turning around, all I could do is scream. "Get the fuck out!"

He backs away in fear.

"Okay…I'll go..."

That was it, he was going to leave, wasn't he? I look at him, hoping he could see through me.

"But tell me what's going on." He says, inching closer once again.

Clay...you stayed…

I look at him, the pain displayed in my eyes.

"Okay? Tell me what's wrong."

I shake my head and roll my eyes. Maybe it would have been easier if he would have just left. Then, maybe I wouldn't have to explain myself. But at some point, I knew I would have to. "You don't want to be with me, Clay."

He shakes his head. "But I do...I really do…"

"But do you know what people will say!?" I wish I could stop myself.

He shakes his head again, flustered with tears in his eyes. "No, and I don't care."

"Because it's easy for you, right?" I take deep breaths, knowing i'm about to break down again. "Because you're not the class slut." My voice cracks in between the words.

"Don't say that!" He says, moving closer to me once again.

I shake my head in disagreement, clenching my eyes shut. "Everybody says it!" My hands slam down onto the comforter.

"I don't say it." He sits down next to me, waiting for my next outbreak.

"Yes you did! When you saw that picture!" I begin to grasp for air between my hiccups of pain. Wiping my face, I was beyond embarrassed.

"I didn't believe it."

I continue to wipe the tears from my face, looking ahead of me, the pain written all over my face.

He nods, "I was angry for a minute, because- because I was jealous of Justin."

I continue to look ahead of me, the tears running down my face. That was it.

"And I was mad at you for wanting him, and not me. And I was an asshole, and i'm sorry."

Thank you, Clay. You're the one good person that came to me from this mess.

I wanted to apologize for freaking out on him. But I couldn't bring myself to even utter a word.

"And I could never make it right, and I could never say all this to you at the time, but- I love you."

Something from those three words changed me for the good. My erratic breaths continue, as the tears fall. I slowly turn my head towards him. His eyes fixed on me.

"And I will never hurt you."

But how could I be so sure?

"Clay…" I manage.

He shakes his head, the tears beginning to noticeably spill from his eyes. "No, I'm not going." He looks deeply into my eyes. "Not now…" Shaking his head, he calmly finishes. "Not ever."

We both look at each other for what seems like awhile, the tears sliding down our cheeks.

Clay was the first to break it. "I love you, Hannah." His voice cracks out, as he begins to cry.

Those were the words from the boy I loved who had changed my whole mindset on life. And to that, I thank you Clay Jenson.

My voice low and eerie, crackling with pain. "Why didn't you say this to me before all of this happened?"

I turn my head, breathing heavily from the breakdown. Before I knew it, he was hugging me from behind. I begin to breakdown once again in his arms, holding onto him for dear life. My hiccups of crying could be heard throughout the room.

So, before you stop reading this or whatever, just know that this boy saved my life, and he was the only one who cared enough to save me from drowning in my own thoughts.

A/N: Well, I may be crying, but I really hope I reached out to you guys. This is what SHOULD have happened. But anyway, there's more to come FOR SURE. I may even publish the next chapter within a few hours. I hope you guys liked this!

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