"So what now?"
My first request: @16reasonswhy16q7w said;
But hey ima request, can you do an imagine where clay is in love with you but feels like it’s wrong because of everything that happened with Hannah and her being gone but he is really falling for the reader so he gives in
Also while I was at school someone threatened to shoot up local high schools and I could’ve died so yeah…
Clay mindlessly exchanged books from his locker according to the classes he had left. Honestly, he was just killing time. What Clay was really doing was waiting for a certain h/c haired girl.
Clay heard the familiar voice of y/n; she was still at her locker (three lockers down from Hannah’s old locker) talking to one of her friends. Some feeling similar to guilt filled his stomach. He wasn’t sure why so he re-concentrated on his locker.
Then for a moment he thought he saw a brown haired girl in a white shirt. Hannah Baker. Clay closed his eye and shook his head, when he opened it Hannah was gone. He wasn’t sure which way he liked better; but he knew he liked y/n.
Like he’d ever tell anyone, especially her. After everything that happened… y/n closed her locker and she paused; y/n just stared at Hannah’s locker.
Clay mentally scolded himself…y/n was well known here. At first she was just one of Hannah’s friends that he was too shy to talk to; now the whole school knew her as the girl who had the breakdown after Hannah.
“Hey y/n,” Clay said before even giving himself a chance to decide if he was going to approach her.
Y/n smiled slightly, but it wasn’t the kind he liked. Clay remembered her genuine smiles, the kind that went to her eyes. This smile was a practiced polite smile, one that showed she was closed off.
“Hi Clay,” she replied. Clay didn’t know what to say and he wished he had prepared better. He didn’t know why he felt so awkward, he knew y/n she was a friend. She seemed extra annoyed this morning. “What’s wrong?”
Y/n let out a sigh. “My parents are a little paranoid since I haven’t been going out since…the point is I haven’t gone on dates or parties or anything.” She sighed once again, “my mom’s considering forcing me into joining a painful agony that is emotional therapy.”
Clay wasn’t sure if this was a sign or if this was fate being taunting. “We could hand out this weekend.” Y/n paused raising an eyebrow. “I-I mean to get your parents off your case so you don’t have to go to that.”
Y/n contemplated his offer. “I accept to these terms and conditions,” she responded in a kidding tone.
“Alright,” Clay said trying to sound much more relaxed than he felt. “I should get to class but I’ll text you for a day.”
As Clay started to turn away y/n responded. “You do realize you need my number to text me, right?”
For the first time, y/n felt like she looked forward to something. There always was this guilt for what happened; if she had called more maybe Hannah would still be her.
Clay listened. Listened to the tape.
*** (this is Hannah’s voice in the tape)***
Y/n l/n, where to start with this one. Don’t worry, she isn’t a–not like the others. But she deserves to have a testimony.
Y/n with the h/c hair, the girl always reminded me of hot chocolate. She in herself could solve someone’s problem the same way hot chocolate could.
We were allies long before we were friends. Then one day she showed up, showed up with this expression. Anger, sadness, and fear rolled into one. The expression didn’t fit her. She was too pretty to look so sad.
We were at the lockers and I asked her what’s the matter and I swear she almost told me. But instead she snapped and told me to leave her alone. She broke down though…the way hot chocolate ended was the same way she snapped. It was the greatest falling out.
Clay knew better than to bring this up. All he did was wait for Saturday.
Eventually the day came and y/n wore her grey t-shirt and light blue ripped jeans. She didn’t know what to expect but her mother was happy; and that was one less thing to feel bad about.
Y/n met up with Clay at the park. It was weird for her to be here again. She felt these butterflies…did she like Clay? That’s ridiculous, then Clay’s hand brushed her hand. The butterflies got stronger–yep, she liked him. Maybe even something more.
Clay couldn’t, and that’s why he wanted to so badly. After the whole Hannah incident any feelings like that toward anyone were terrible. Then she smiled, that specific breath stealing smile. He couldn’t stop himself before he took y/n’s hand.
“I know you’ve got complications,” he muttered.
Y/n froze, “I-I.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not like that. I just know you and Hannah had a falling out.” The phrase ‘falling out’ made y/n flinch. “A-are you okay?”
Y/n shivered slightly and shook her head. “Y-yeah, just a bit cold.”
Clay handed her his jacket and y/n took it but gave him a confused expression. “Well you said you were cold.”
“Thanks,” y/n said.
“Look I don’t care what happened or what you did or didn’t do…I-I like you a lot.” His admission made her freeze. “Just forget it.”
When y/n’s shock died down she asked a question. “What if I don’t want to forget it?”
Clay gave a small, sarcastic smile. “Are you saying you like me?”
Y/n would never admit that. “I’m not saying I’m not saying that.”
Her expression made him laugh. “I like you a lot, y/n l/n.”
“I like you a lot too, Clay Jensen.” Y/n replied.
Bye the time she realized that she had admitted it was too late.“
“You said it,” Clay teased!
Y/n defended herself, “shut up.”
Clay smiled and once again before he knew what he was doing he did it. He leaned in and kissed y/n. For a moment he didn’t care about anything or everything that had happened or could happen. All he cared about was that he was with y/n.
Y/n pulled away first. “I like you too.”
“So, what now?”
Y/n took his hand. “So, what now indeed.”
I hoped you liked this :)) also I’m willing to do a prologue or part 2 just let me know!