Jeff Atkins imagine where you guys meet st the party and decide to go with him to get more beer and you can decide if you wanna go with how the show’s plot was in that episode or your own
a/n - oh lord i’m so sorry for the pure pain this imagine is. i’m also sorry it’s so short!
Walking through Liberty High, it would seem as if the place had been abandoned. The hallways were completely cleared out, occasionally papers scattered on the floor. Classroom doors were closed and locked. There were no announcements. No students.
Until you reached the gym.
The gymnasium was crowded with every student who attended Liberty High School. There was no talking. It was silent. A haunting kind of silent that made you quickly want to flee the scene to find some sort of comfort.
Principle Bolan stood in the middle of the basketball court behind a podium. Office staff sat behind him in chairs that had obviously come from the cafeteria.
“What happened this past weekend is a tragedy to not only the school community, to the town.” Bolan began. Every student seemed to shrink down as he spoke, feeling the sense of dread that this was real. Clay Jensen sat in the far corner of the large room, holding back tears threatening to spill out from a mix of anger and sadness.
“Jeff Atkins was the perfect student, player, and friend. The loss of him will be on our minds and in our hearts forever. But, this is a lesson you all can learn. Drunk driving is a serious crime that can result in death, or injuries.”
Y/N sat next to Hannah Baker, her arm in a cast and bruises sprinkled on her face like freckles. A wave of rage grew in her. Jeff wasn’t drunk. No matter what anyone said, he wasn’t fucking drunk.
She had been there with him. She knew he was completely sober.
(two days earlier…)
The party was filled with teenagers celebrating a new school year. Y/N stood with Sheri Holland, making small talk and giggling over gossip. Her boyfriend, Jeff, had departed from her earlier for a game of beer pong. She was ready to leave, but knew this was Jeff’s scene. All she wanted was for him to be happy.
“Hey, Y/N,” Jeff walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her neck. “I’m about to do a beer run. You wanna come?”
She quirked up her eyebrow. “How much have you had to drink?”
Jeff sighed, a smile on his face. “I swear you and Jensen really think I don’t have any responsibility.” Y/N rolled her eyes and lightly hit her boyfriend’s arm, causing him to laugh. “I’ve had two beers in two hours. I’m not even buzzed, I promise.”
“I guess I’ll come along for the ride.” The girl smiled.
Jeff grinned and quickly pecked her cheek. “We better get going then. I think Zach will skin me alive if I’m not back in fifteen minutes.”
It happened quicker than Y/N expected it to.
They got in Jeff’s car and started their journey for a few packs of beer. Jeff had said something stupidly cute and Y/N had laughed, and then there was a loud screech and glass.
She woke up a few hours later in the hospital. She asked her mother where Jeff was, but she wouldn’t answer. Everyone she asked refused to answer. It didn’t take Y/N long to realize her boyfriend didn’t survive.
And now, here she was. Sitting in the gymnasium, surrounded by her peers, and listening to how it was Jeff’s fault. How he shouldn’t have been drinking. How the student body need to learn from this mistake.
On May 16th, 1770, Marie Antoinette of Austria and Louis-Auguste of
France were married in a lavish wedding ceremony at Versailles. The
wedding of the teenage couple was celebrated in a contemporary French
The rose of the Danube and the lily of the Seine, Mixing their colors, embellish both parts: Form a garland of these flowers, love forms a chain, Happily joining the two nations’ hearts.