It was two o'clock in the morning. Clay was asleep in his room when his cell phone started ringing. He picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He said tiredly.

"Hi." Clara said breathing heavily.

"Another one?"

"Yeah."

He sat up in bed. "Breathe, ok breathe."

"Ok." She started doing her breathing exercises.

"Good."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"You know I hate to call you for this."

"It's ok Clara." "Maybe it would help if you told me what your nightmares are about."

"I don't want to."

"That's ok."

"I feel so bad for calling you."

"Clara it's fine, I promise."

"It's just that you worked today." "I know you're tired.'

"Right now I'm just focused on helping you through this."

A half hour passed.

"I'm ok now." She said.

"Ok good."

"Hopefully when I go back to sleep, I'll dream about you."

"I'm hoping for the same thing."

"I'll see you in the morning."

"Ok." "I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart." "Goodnight."

"Goodnight.

The next morning Clara had just gotten to school. As she was walking up to Clay at his locker she saw him yawn. He turned and saw her. He smiled.

"Morning." He said.

"Morning." They kissed. She got a guilty look on her face.

"I know what that look means, stop it."

"You're exhausted Clay."

"I'll be fine." "I've got my Triple Americano right here." He said holding up his to go cup.

Two days later it was the afternoon. Clara was at school. She had the pass to use the bathroom. As she was walking down the hall she saw Clay getting something out of his locker. She kissed him on the cheek when she got to him.

"Hi." She said.

"Hi." He got a book out of his locker and closed it. "What are you doing?"

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"See you at my house later right?"

"Yes." She walked passed him.

"Clara." She turned around. "I love you."

She smiled. "I love you too." Clay went back to his classroom.

Clara turned around and started walking again. As she turned the corner she came face to face with Monty.

"Aw, you're in love with that fucking dork." Monty said.

"Don't talk about my boyfriend, asshole." She said angrily.

"Enjoy always being second to him Clara." "He'll never love you the way he loved her." He walked away. Clara was confused.

Later that night Clara was in Clay's room using his laptop. She was sitting at his desk typing up a paper. Clay was sitting on his bed working on his homework. They were all alone.

"I'm all done." She said unplugging her flash drive from the laptop.

"Me to." He said closing his book.

She sat down next to him on the bed. "Thank you." They kissed.

They'd been making out for the last twenty minutes. They looked at each other. Without saying it they both knew what was about to come next.

"Are you sure you're ready?" He asked.

"Yes." She took off her shirt. He took off his. They got under the blankets.

"Is this ok?"

"Yes but you should know their might be something on my body you might find strange."

"Everything about you is beautiful." They kissed. Clay wanted this, he wanted her but he couldn't explain why memories of Hannah were flooding his brain. He did his best to try and shut them out. He was kissing the side of her neck.

"Oh Clay." She moaned.

"Oh Hannah." He said.

"Who?" He gasped. "What did you just call me?" She pushed him off of her and got up.

"No." He said shocked at what just came out of his mouth. "I'm sorry Clara." "I didn't mean to."

"My name isn't Hannah." She said angrily.

"I know." He stood up.

"I knew it." She put her shirt back on. "I knew there was someone else."

"No there's not." "I swear there's not."

"I knew you liked someone else but you don't just like her, you love her." She said with tears in her eyes. "She's the one." "The one you always think about when your mind drifts." "You look at me and wish I was her." Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"No." "That's not true."

"She's the person you're really in love with."

"No Clara." "Please calm down." "I don't want you to have one of your attacks."

"Like you care."

"Of course I care." "I love you."

"Not as much as you love Hannah." She took the necklace off that he'd given her and threw it at him. He caught it. "You should be with Hannah." She went to leave.

"Clara stop." He grabbed her hand and turned her around to face him. "I love you." "You know I do."

"It's obvious I'm just a Hannah substitute." "Bye Clay." She was leaving.

"Clara." "Shit." He sat down on his bed.