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Originally posted by cleyjensens

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “Hi! I loved your “I’m Here” Imagine, it was so in-depth! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where Clay is depressed after listening to all the tapes and skips school for a wee bit. And his mom calls the reader because fem reader is his girlfriend reader and when reader comes he rages a bit but reader calms him down and they a have a cute makeout?”

Word count: 1.190

Posted: 24th of April 2017

A/N: OMG! Thank you for the positive comment for “I’m Here”. I hope that you like this one too and I hope that I don’t fail you. I felt that I didn’t write the ending well, though. Let me know, if you didn’t like it please.

- G. x

“I will be there in 10 minutes, Lainie. Bye!” Those were the last words your boyfriend’s mother heard before you hung the phone up and ran in your room to get your clothes changed.

Clay, your boyfriend, has been stressing himself out ever since he received some tapes from an anonymous person and you had to admit that he told you everything, since you didn’t receive them. You were curious at first, but you then felt relieved to know that you weren’t one of Hannah’s reasons why her life ended.

You felt sad for Clay, though, because he’s been too affected and he’s been feeling guilty for what he has done in the past. He’s been thinking about the tapes way too much, so that he barely ate and slept. Clay has changed since he discovered that Hannah took her life away: he skipped classes, he stopped doing his projects, he stopped going to school and he was more detached from his family and Lainie asked you for some help to have his son back.

“(Y/N)!” Lainie exclaimed as she was anxiously waiting for you outside the house. You parked your bike beside Clay’s and you quickly hugged Lainie as you knew what she was going through. “Thank you.”

“It’s a pleasure to help, Lainie.” You smiled as she hugged you tightly. “I care for Clay and I don’t want to see him sad, although I haven’t seen him in awhile. He was pushing me away and I knew that he locked himself in his room.” You said as you broke the hug you shared with her.

“Sadly.” She looked disappointed at her own son and you bit your lower lip because it wasn’t honestly Clay’s fault. “Please cheer him up.”

“I will do my best.” You flashed her a smile before the two of you entered and she gave you her permission to go to Clay’s room.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Clay attacked you as he saw that you were about to knock on his slightly opened door.

“Clay?” Your forehead corrugated as you became extremely worried for Clay’s behaviour. He’s never been this rude at you. “What happened, babe?”

“It was my fault why Hannah died and I should’ve stayed by her side that night. I shouldn’t have left, because I cared for her! I really cared for her.” Clay started talking fast and you barely understood some of his words. He was angry at himself and he was clearly blaming himself. You felt a little bit jealous, but you shook it off because you knew that it wasn’t the moment for that.

“Clay, it was not your fault. She asked you to leave.” You made your way near his bed and you sat in front of him. “Stop blaming yourself.”

“I should’ve stayed, (Y/N)!” He raised his voice as he wanted to point out that he had a wrong decision. You noticed that his hands were closed into a tight fist, as if he wanted to hurt someone for what has happened to Hannah.

“Hey, calm down.” You said with a sweet and relaxing voice. “We can figure this out together.”

“And you’ll help me?” His face saddened a little bit, knowing that he was being sarcastic. “I don’t want any help from you, (Y/N)! I hate you and that’s because I chose to leave her and walk you home.”

“Oh.” With that he hit you fully in your heart and it broke into tiny pieces. You bit your lower lip harshly as you tried to not get your eyes watery.

“I hate the choice that I made and this is all my fault.” He punched his bed with his right hand and you were shocked because of it.

It wasn’t the Clay that you’ve known before. You didn’t fall in love with this Clay, but with the sweet and caring one. You were so heart broken that time, but you preferred your boyfriend’s sense of well-being than yours.

“Clay, maybe it was your fault, but it can be my fault too, Justin’s, Marcus’, Bryce’s.” You cupped his cheeks as you let him look at you, totally swallowing your pride and your disappointment. “We are all to blame, Clay. We are, because we did nothing to stop her.”

“But she asked for help, not in an explicit way, but she asked for help.” He calmed down as you caressed his cheek using your thumb. You could’ve thrown shit at him for hating you, but you didn’t mind it.

“Babe, don’t be so hard on yourself. Please.” You pleaded as you saw his gaze soften. You perfectly knew that he calmed himself down as his icy electric eyes relaxed a little bit. “Stop blaming yourself. It wasn’t clearly your fault, okay?”

“I’m sorry.” You were shocked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He finally realized that it wasn’t him anymore and he surely knew that he hurt the person he loved the most.

“For?” You shortly asked as you contained yourself from shedding a tear. “You did nothing.” Your voice cracked a little bit and Clay noticed it because he hugged you even tighter.

“For the discourteous words that I have told you earlier.” He pulled you closer to him and he hugged you even tighter. “I didn’t mean to, sorry.”

“It’s nothing, Clay.” You pulled away from his hug and you flashed him a sweet smile. You were still hurt, of course, but your boyfriend needed anything but your stubbornness and touchy attitude.

“No, it’s not nothing. I saw in your eyes that you’re hurt.” You shrugged it off and you just smiled sadly at him. “I am an Idiot, damn it!”

“Clay?” You called him to catch his attention.

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow as he straightly looked into your eyes.

“Shut up!” You smiled at him before kissing him slowly on his lips.
He was confused and perplexed why you didn’t care that much for his words, but then he kissed you back. You shared a slow and passionate kiss but it then became quick and heated as Clay deepened the kiss.

The happening was a little bit fast and you found yourself lying on the bed, having Clay on top of you.

“I’m really sorry, babe.” Clay broke the kiss to apologize and he started to pepper kiss you. He stopped once he reached your neck and left some wet kisses on it. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Clay.” You responded as you searched for his lips once again. You both lingered each other’s lips as you both become touchy and needy. He started to draw small circles using his thumb on the exposed skin of your waist and you both couldn’t help but to deepen the kiss even more.

You knew that Clay was unfair for what he has said before, but you loved him and you had to understand what he was going through in this exact moment.

And, being the perfect and great girlfriend that you were, you tolerated his actions and swallowed the words that he spat like a venom in his mouth.

Today was ok! I drew some pizza’s, finished an english outline, painted with oils, cried a bit, bought some copic markers, picked up my clay sculptures, ate a burger, went to a gallery opening, ate some cake and then watched tv in my comfy, big t-shirt!