Thirteen Reasons Why

A/N- Thanks for the possative reviews, i hope you enjoy this chapter. Be preapred to hate Robbie's guts!

Tape 1 –Side B

Welcome back, and thanks for hanging out for part two.

I jiggle the Walkman into my pocket; there are so many things in there. Keys, trash, money, wait what's this? I don't believe it. Jade's pocket scissors, but how?

If your listening to this one of two things had just happened, A-You're Andre and after hearing your little tale, you want to know who's next. Or B- You're someone else and you're someone else and waiting to see if it's you.

I prayed to God that I wasn't next; I just couldn't deal with that.

Well…

A bead of sweat ran down my forehead.

Robbie Shapiro, It's your go.

I bet you wonder why you're on here Robbie. You probably think you did a good thing voting me best ass in the freshman class. How could anyone be mad at that? Listen.

First, Robbie, if you think I'm being silly- if you think I'm some stupid little girl who gets her panties in a bunch over every little thing, taking things way too seriously, no one's making you listen. Sure I'm pressuring you with that second set of tapes, but who cares what people around town think of my ass, right?

Well I could name a list of people that would care; they would care very much if these tapes were to get out. So, let's begin, shall we?

Curling forward, I rest my chin on my knees and hug my legs. Why were these scissors here?

I remember sitting in the library the first day your list came out. There were a few whispers about the library but no more than usual but this time, when I looked up they stopped, eyes turned away. But I noticed that almost every computer in the library was on the same page and that page was causing a sweeping giggle throughout the library. Eventually the page made its way to the computer next to me, Alex laughed and peaked behind my chair.

I bet you can all guess what he was looking at behind my back, and I you think my ass, your right. And that is the same thought I had as he said 'you bet it is!'

'Jackass!' someone whispered from the back of the otherwise silent library. But I wasn't in a whispering mood.

'You bet what is?' I demanded.

I tilted my head so I could see the screen, and on the screen there was none other than Robbie Shapiro's – Who's hot and who's not list.

Ah, yes. Robbie's stupid blog on the slap where he has a list of body parts, Lips, Hair, Eyes etc. And two columns, 'Who's HOT' and 'Who's NOT'. And in each space there was a girl's name, awful, degrading, and immature!

I searched the list for my name as Mrs Penning came charging over. And as I glanced down the list, I noticed my name in the 'Best Ass' box. Before I had a chance to glance at any other names apart from the name across from mine, Mrs Penning switched the monitor off.

She gave me a sympathetic look and suggested that I continue with my work. I wasn't actually working, I was writing poetry but more about that later.

Following that, I was a lot more observant and she most definitely did belong in that category.

It all went quiet for a while in the library. No whispers, no rustling of books or tapping of keys, just silence. I glanced around the library looking at facial expressions, not many varying ones actually. Just the look of shock and disbelief or the completely oblivious look. Except for one young woman – Trina Vega.

Trina Vega. Might have known she would pop up here somewhere, not that I have any problem with the girl, just that she irritates everybody.

Now I don't even know what the big deal was. Obviously listing you as worst ass in freshman class is a total lie. You can't even consider it stretching the truth. But I'm sure nobody cared why Trina ended up on that side of your list, Robbie.

Well no one, but you… and me… and Trina makes three.

Jade, you're right, nobody else cared! So why did you?

Maybe some people think you were right in choosing me. I don't think so. But let's put it this way. I don't think my 'ass' as you call it, was the deciding factor. The deciding factor was revenge.

I pick a clump of leaves and mud and grass up of the floor and stand up to walk away. I rub my fingers together till they fall away, like Jades memory, until like her, they are gone.

But this tape is not about your motivation Robbie, though that is coming up. This tape is about how people change when they see your name on a stupid list.

I take the Walkman out of my pocket and turn up the volume; she's un-crinkling a piece of paper. Smoothing it out.

Ok, I just looked over every name – every story – on this list and you know what. None of them would have happened if you, Robbie, would have not put my name on the list. Simple as that.

You needed a name to put down opposite Trina's and since everyone at school already had a perverted image of me, after Andre's little number. I was the perfect choice. Wasn't I?

And the snowball keeps a Rollin'. Thanks Andre.

Robbie's list was a joke, a bad one true, but just a joke Jade. He had no idea it would affect you like this. This isn't fair.

What about me Jade? Why am I on here? What have I done that scarred you so badly? At least two people have heard these tapes now. Do they see me differently? Do they cross the street just to avoid me?

No, they can't. Because i did nothing wrong. I loved her.

Robbie, you must know, this tape is not about why you did what you did. It's about the effects of what you did, and the effects on me. It's about the things you didn't plan- things you couldn't plan.

God I don't believe it.

(Pause)

The first red star is a park across from Hannah's old house. But the park is not what I'm interested in, it's the house. It's right there.

I don't believe it.

This house was me destination another time, after a party. An elderly couple lives there now. And one night, about a month ago, the man was driving about a few blocks away on the phone to his wife. When he hit another car.

I try to shake the image from my head but it's as clear as can be.

The man was hysterical. Crying 'I need to speak to my wife, tell her I'm ok.' His phone was lost somewhere in the crash. We tried calling her on my phone but she was frightened not wanting to click over.

I rang the ambulance and said we were going to try reaching his wife, but she had a bad heart, he's said, she needed to know he was ok. Their house wasn't far.

A small crowd of people had gathered around the guy in the other car. He was a senior in our school an in much worse shape than the old man, but I asked a few of them it they would stay with him while the ambulance got there.

Then I left racing towards his house to calm his wife. I didn't even know I was going t a house Jade once lived in.

This house.

The first day your list came out wasn't so bad. And all the people I saw in the hall, huddled around whoever had a copy; they knew it was a joke too. One big-fat-happy joke.

But when people see your name on a stupid list they think they have the right to treat you differently, as if you were just that body part.

Need an example? Find B-3 on your map, Candy Corner

I have no idea why it's called that, because it's not on the corner. But i was near to my old house. So, every time o had a sweet tooth I would go there. Which means yes, I went there every day.

Candy Corner never really looked nice on the outside, so I've never been in.

95% of the time, Blue Spot was empty, Apart from me and the man behind the counter.

I don't think allot of people know it's here, the only reason I do is because I got my first tattoo from the guy next door. It was a heart. Jade, you have a heart tattoo? Well not exactly, it's a blood red heart, with cuts, and stiches. Because that's what am.

She chuckles to herself. What's so funny Jade?

Did you catch that? That's what I 'am' can't say that anymore.

Jade, why did you do this to yourself? I loved you more than you'll ever know.

So any way, that's what I was, I was a beautiful heart. But I'd been broken and bruised by my father and my past life so much, I was just a shell of what once was. I used to be happy you know, not many of you know this but my favourite colour is yellow. My mother knows.

Did she bury me in yellow?

No Jade, your mother blamed your dad, she found him after all those years and murdered him. She blamed him for all this, if she heard these tapes, would she kill me?

No, she wouldn't, she was always happy to see me.

You're mother pleaded guilty; she's got life in prison. You happy now? You did this to her.

You're grandmother took your bod back to England. Jade was born in England, I was the only one that knew that.

I didn't get to see her get buried; I can't even visit her grave.

Her voice is weak, will she cry?

She sniffles and continues.

Anyway, back to my lovely little story.

Behind the counter there is a wire rack with candy bars on it, my favourites! So after a while, as soon as I open the door, he rings me up cah-ching, because he knows I won't leave without one.

Jade used to ride a black bike to school. As I look down these streets, I can imagine her cycling past the cars and the trees and the houses. And then she is gone, once again.

You know, all the times I'd been in there, I'd never heard that man utter a word. The only ever time was because of you, Robbie.

Robbie! I remember now! Somebody pushed him into me outside school yesterday. I tried to help him up, but he just grabbed his puppet and ran off. I wondered if I'd done something to piss him off, I couldn't think of anything.

Ok, so that day was just my average day. Failed me math test, came first in running.

She was always good at running, the best even. She could easily outrun any girl and most of the boys. She evenoutran me most of the time.

As usual I had a craving for a chocolate bar, so I stopped by the shop. I was taking the money out of my monkey fur purse when someone walked in behind me. I could tell you who, but I won't.

Because you see Robbie, as far as your story goes, his action was much worse. I t was discussing, awful and again an aftereffect of what you did.

Plus he gets own tape…

What happened in that shop?

No scratch that, I don't want to know.

I don't want to know any of this. I hate you for doing this to me.

How am I ever going to look at Andre, or Robbie or Sinjin in the eye again? Who else is involved in this? Do they hate me now?

He walked in to the shop with such arrogance it was unreal.

'Hey, Dude'

The man from behind the counter didn't even look up.

I felt his breath on my back. The man was looking down towards the edge of the counter; I knew what was coming next.

A cupped hand grabbed my butt. 'Best ass in the freshmen class, right here!'

That bastard! Whoever it is, I'll kill them.

It didn't hurt, but he didn't have the right to do it, that's what hurt.

That's when he spoke, not allot , just two words.

'You bet.'

That pervert.

I threw the candy and ran.

There it was, the neon sign for the Candy Corner. Except half the lights were out so it just said 'C_DY _ORNER'

He shouted after me 'Jade, I'm just playing'

Robbie, your list didn't make him grab my ass, it gave him and excuse, and that was all he needed.

You didn't even put me up for ridicule, I was in the hot list. This is where our snowball picks up speed.

Trina, your next…

I take the tape out and swap it for tape number two.