Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader
Summary: Clay touring new foreign students at school, but he preferred to point out its flaws, being angry and whatnots. (Y/N) then was ready to cheer Clay up.
A/N: Hi there guys! I wanted to rewrite Clay’s scene with the foreign students. It was amazing and he’s got a point in there. Let’s admit that Dylan Minnette’s acting was fantastic too. OMG!
P.S.: Guys, I need other Alex Standall requests, because I am having some feels. Thank you.
- G. x
You’ve been waiting for Clay to get out from the counselor’s office, since he got a little bit angry while he was touring the new foreign students in Liberty High School.
You’ve never seen an angry Clay Jensen before and you were almost sure that you would never want the angry one anymore, because he scared you when he shouted absurd things in the middle of the hallway earlier that morning.
“Oh, oh…” He happily said as he remembered of something beautiful. “Before we go, I want to show you something super cool.” You knew that he was being sarcastic.
“Clay, cut that out.” Courtney whispered as she slightly pushed Clay away from the foreign students, so that they couldn’t hear him.
Clay didn’t listen and he headed to Hannah’s former locker. The people in the hallway seemed so confused and worried, but you perfectly knew what Clay wanted to do. He was not fine and you knew it, some of the students knew it.
“Look at these lockers,” He pointed all the lockers lined up in the hallway. “They all look alike, right?” He sarcastically smiled as he tapped one particular locker. “Not this one.”
“Clay!” Zach tried to calm clay down, but he just shrugged it off and Zach remained quiet.
“This one is special.” He nodded a few times. “This belonged to a girl who killed herself!” His voice kind of raised as he was thinking of what happened to Hannah.
“Clay, come on!” Courtney tried to stopped him once again, but he just shook his head.
“You see all these don’t kill yourself posters up on the wall?” The sarcastic tone can be heard in his voice as he pointed different posters stuck up on the wall. “They weren’t up before, they put them up because she killed herself and why did she do it?” His voice raised once again and you perfectly saw his raging eyes. “Because the kids here treated her like shit!” He emphasized his words so the foreign students could understand him well.
“Jensen, that’s enough!” Justin grabbed Clay’s forearm, but he just pulled it away and remained standing in the middle of the hall.
“But no one wants to admit it so they paint over the bathrooms and put up a memorial because that’s the kind of school this is!” He pointed different directions of the school, obviously where the bathrooms and Hannah’s memorial were located.
You understood Clay, because it’s been awhile since he’s telling you something about Hannah’s recorded tapes. He would cry on your shoulders at night and he would ask you to sleep beside him so he wouldn’t be tormented anymore.
You stood up by Clay’s side, because, in the end, we were all grenades and, every time, it took us series of things, one above the other, before we blow up. The only difference was that we could explode many times.
“Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to kill yourself and sooner or later the truth will come out!” He shouted so everybody could hear his thought. He was so angry that his neck veins could be seen while he was letting his chagrins. “It’s going to come out, right Tony?” He looked at Tony that just entered the school’s entrance.
The foreign students were terrified, so were the other students. Who could’ve thought that Clay Jensen would react like this? No one.
“Clay!” The students turned their head to Mr. Porter as he came out of the office. “I think you should come to me right now. Get to class everybody, get to class!”
“Welcome to Liberty High.” He said before he turn his back to follow Mr. Porter. In that exact moment, it was Clay’s turn to explode and let his thoughts out. He was calmer this time, but he said it in a sarcastic way.
He got some dirty looks from the students and some of them were murmuring, talking of Clay’s attitude. You just shook your head as you dragged some of the people standing up in front of their lockers. .
“In class, shitheads.” You grabbed Zach’s arms as the group followed the two of you.
“Let’s go!” Mr. Porter called him and dragged him to his office.
You suddenly felt someone shaking your shoulder and you saw a worried Clay in front of you.
“Let’s go, (Y/N)!” You shook your head to stop your brain from thinking of the happenings earlier.
“Sorry.” You bit your lip as you got up from your seat. “Let’s go.”
“What were you thinking of?” He curiously asked as he got your backpack and hung it on his empty shoulder.
“What happened earlier?” You raised your eyebrow as you looked at him. “I mean, I know what happened, it’s ju-” He cut you from saying something else.
“I needed to let everything out.” He simply said and he let out a long and heavy sigh as you both walked in the middle of the hallway, getting some dirty looks from students.
“Do you want to talk about the tapes again? Maybe you just need someone who listens.” You offered him your help and he slowly nodded.
“You’re the best.” He hugged you once you got out of the school department and you hugged him back.
“C'mon! Some freshly baked cookies and cold milk are waiting for us at home.” He broke the hug and gave you a big and happy smile.
You started to walk home and he started to talk about the tapes once again. As he went on and on, you saw him being relaxed and relieved and it made you happy to know that he was feeling better.
“Thank you and I am sorry.” He felt guilty because you’ve always been helping him and it seemed like he wasn’t helping you that much lately.
“Don’t be sorry.” You winked at him. “Every grenade has a soldier that knows how to handle it very well.”