𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 / alex standall ✓

𝟑𝟐. nothing more to say

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍
32 / NOTHING MORE TO SAY
↳ season one, episode thirteen: tape 7, side a
act one / the tapes

𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, feeling slightly better after seeing Jessica and having a talk with Clay. She felt comforted knowing that there was something that could help the two girls if they ever did decide to build a case against Bryce.

Nessa flipped her phone over, and saw two texts from Justin that read Ness, are you okay? and Zach told me. I'm here when you're ready., one from Marcus that read I'm sorry for everything, Ness., one from Ryan that said Here if you need me, kisses., and seven from Zach, all pretty much saying the same thing. It seemed that everyone knew that Nessa had heard her tape.

She was a bit concerned that she had yet to hear from Alex. This morning, she was grateful for the space, but now, she just wanted to talk to him. To at least hear his voice on the other end of the line while she yelled at him for keeping such a big secret from her.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 📼 ꒱

"𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓to stop." Hannah told the counselor, her voice cracking as she did so.

"You need what to stop?" Mr. Porter asked her.

"I need everything to stop." Hannah declared as her voice quivered. She took a shaky breath in. "People, life..."

"Life?" Mr. Porter said with a concerned expression on his face as he slid a box of tissues across his desk for the teenager to use. She grabbed one and continued sobbing, wiping her eyes as she did so.

"Hannah?" Mr. Porter spoke. "What did you mean when you said you needed life to stop?"

"I don't know." Hannah replied, continuing to dry her eyes.

"Because that seems like a very serious thing to say." Mr. Porter said.

"I know. I'm sorry." Hannah apologized to the man.

"So what happened, Hannah? How did you get here?"

Hannah thought for a moment.

"Just, one thing on top of another." she finally said.

"If I'm going to help you, I'm gonna need you to be a little more specific." Mr. Porter told her.

"I'm sure you've heard the rumors about me." Hannah finally told the man, embarrassed. His phone vibrated again, and he sighed as he shoved it into his top desk drawer.

"I haven't actually. What do these rumors say?" Mr. Porter asked.

"Last year, I was voted...actually not voted. Someone made this stupid list, best of worst of, thing. Other people were on it too. And people have been reacting to it ever since." Hannah began to explain the hot-or-not list.

Nessa recalled the list, she had been on it herself. "Best tits". She hadn't thought much of it. Zach wasn't too happy, but she didn't care that much. She never realized that as much as it put a target on Hannah, it put a target on her as well.