13 Reasons Why (Billdip)

Chapter 13

(Bill pov)

I step inside my house and my mom instantly rushes over to me. "Bill, where have you been? I was worried."

"Nowhere." I pull my hoodle sleeve over my right wrist but I see her instantly notice it.

"Did you hurt yourself? What did you do?" She grabs my arm pushing up my sleeve but I see her eyes widen at what she see. On my wrist is a fresh tattoo. It's a pine tree with a blue outline, with a semi colon inside of it. I roughly yank my arm away from her. "How did you get that? You aren't 18 yet."

"I have a fake ID. It's how I go to concerts."

"Bill, I'm worried about you."

"I know. And I will explain everything soon. Just not yet."

I head upstairs into Will's room as he finishes someting on his computer. He takes the flashdrive out of his computer, putting it in an envelope. He turns to me handing me the envelope. I use a pen from his desk writing the address for the police station on it and putting a stamp in the correct corner.

"Do you have a flashdrive with just all the tapes on it?"

"Yeah, do you want that one as well?"

"Yeah."

He opens his desk drawer taking out another flashdrive and hands it to me. "What are you going to do with that one?"

"I'm not sure yet. I just listen to the last one and pass them off off to number 13, right?"

"Yeah. You'll want to talk to him once you listen to them. Come on, I'll drive you there while you listen to them."

We head downstairs and out the door. I put the envelope in the mailbox and flip up the flag. We get in the car as I put the earbuds in and hit play on the walkman.

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(Dipper pov)

I walk through campus, climbing the steps of the english building until I'm outside Ford's office. I make sure that the tape recorder is in it's correct position in my messenger bag before I knock on Ford's doorframe. He looks up from his phone call, slightly surprised to see me, before he gestures for me to come in.

I take a seat as he hangs up his phone. "Dipper, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you. And it couldn't really wait."

"You're not in any legal trouble are you? Because if you are it would be wiser to talk to Stan about that."

"No, it's nothing like that."

"Then what's going on?"

"Um....I'm sorry, for starters, about the money and I will pay it back."

"Don't worry about that. Stan shouldn't have exploded at you like he did. I'm mainly worried about your grades. They've never been this bad before."

"I know. It's just that-"

His phone rings on his desk. He give me an apologetic look before he picks it up. "Hello? This isn't a good time, Jenine. I know I say that every time but this really really is not a good time." He hangs up the phone before turning his attention back to me. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Well.....the other night, after Stan yelled at me, I went for a walk. Ended up at a party and....a-and something happened......something really bad....."

His phone rings again. He once again picks it up without hesitation. I clench my hands into fists in my lap, angry and frustrated. Even as I try to reach out to him one last time, his stupid phone is more important than me. Why can't he just turn it off and listen to me?