Clara had to be at court in a few hours. She was really nervous about it.

"You look really pretty." Christy said.

"I'm nervous."

"It's ok." Nick said. "Your just getting probation."

"I know it's still nerve-racking to go before a judge."

There was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it." Christy said. She opened the door. A man was standing there with flowers.

"Delivery of flowers for Clara Randall." He said.

"Thank you." She took them and shut the door. She took the flowers and went into the kitchen where Clara was sitting in her wheelchair. "Clara, you got flowers." She said smiling.

"Red tulips." Clara said. "I love red tulips." "Are these from you guys?"

"No."

Clara saw a card and opened it. It read.

For luck today. - Love, Clay

"Aw, this is sweet but I really wish he wouldn't do stuff like this." Clara said.

"Clay?" Christy asked.

"Yeah."

Clara sent Clay a text.

Thank you. - Clara

You're welcome. Don't worry everything is gonna be ok. - Clay

Clara and her parents were in the courttoom. The judge came and sat down.

"Well, Miss Randall, since you've already entered your guilty plea, the only left is your sentence." The judge said. "I sentence you to three months probation." "You're to meet with your probation officer every Friday." "From what your lawyer tells me, you're a young woman who made a mistake." "You look as such." "I don't want to see you in here again." "Do you understand?"

"Yes Your Honor."

"Court is adjourned."

Later that day Clay had just gotten to the house. He sat down next to Clara on the couch.

"How it go?" He asked.

"Three months probation." "I have my first meeting with my probation officer on Friday."

"At least it's over."

"Yeah." "Clay, about the flowers." "I don't want you to think I'm not appreciative, I am." "Don't do it again, ok?"

"Ok."

Three days later Clara was in her room laying down. Christy came into the room.

"Clara I have a surprise for you.' Christy said. "I know you could use a pick me up, from all the things that have been going on." She looked towards the door. "Come on in.'

In walked Clara's best friend from Chicago.

"Oh my god, Shelby." She said excitedly.

"Hi." She said. They hugged.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm going on a college tour tomorrow and I had to pass through here." "I thought I'd stop by to say hi."

"I'll leave you two to talk." Christy said. She left.

Clara and Shelby were talking.

"So how are things on the guy front here?" Shelby asked.

"Well I had a boyfriend, he was great but it didn't work out."

"What was his name?"

"Clay." "Wanna see a picture?"

"Yeah."

She got her cell phone. "This is him." She showed her a picture of them.

"Cute but he doesn't look like your type."

"He's not but that's one of the many reasons why I love him."

"You still love him?"

"Yes."

Later that night Clara was on her laptop. Shelby had left. For some reason Clara couldn't explain she searched for Hannah. Before she could look at anything she accidentally clicked on something. Suddenly she heard.

"Hey, it's Hannah, Hannah Baker." "That's right. "Don't adjust your... whatever device you're listening to this on. It's me, live and in stereo." "No return engagements, no encore." "And this time absolutely no requests." "Get a snack.""Settle in." "'Cause I'm about to tell you the story of my life."