His Girl -Justin Foley. 13RW

XII

I woke up and saw a note on my bedside table, and smiled when I saw a small flower from the garden on top of it. I bit my lip as I played with the petals and read the note

Gone to practice. Text you later babygirl
Xx Justin

I smiled and left the rose on the bedside table before getting up and going to the shower. I finished showering and put on my lightwashed jean shorts and Justin's white shirt before walking downstairs.

I had breakfast as I watched Friends on Netflix (I absolutely love that show) and scrolled through Facebook. Suddenly my doorbell rang and I frowned. Who could it be at 10 am?

"Clay?" I asked confused as I saw him standing there, a guilty expression on his face and a box.... in his hands. "Are those..." I couldnt finish my sentence as he extended his arms and gave me the box.

"Im sorry Gracie, its going to be so hard but you need to listen" He said, taking a step closer to my frozen figure. "You need to know what everyone is hiding from you" I looked up at him and lost it, how dare he?

"You have no fucking idea, no idea of what we are all going through because of the fucking tapes Clay! Im not a fragile doll that people need to hide things from because they think I wont be able to handle them. I know about Jessica, I know about Zach, I know about Justin, about what he did to Hannah and I believe him when he says that he feels guilty. People can change you know that? Why ar-"

"Why the fuck are you defending all of them?!" He said shocked, his eyes looking at me like I was crazy.

"Because they arent the only ones who hurt Hannah" I said in a small voice "And I believe we all deserve a chance to make things okay, with ourselves. Even you Clay" I said, and his eyes softened as he looked at me with what felt like sadness. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked in a whisper.

"You dont know, do you?" He said, his voice soft and his eyes now held worry. I stared at him in silence as in my head I tried to understand what he was talking about. "Grace, please listen to the tapes" He said after a small silence, and gave my hand a squeeze before walking down the steps.

"Clay!" I yelled, as I saw him get on his bike. He looked back at me again and gave me a small smile before speeding off. I stared at his back confused, not being able to make sense of what just happened.

All I knew is that I had to listen to the damn tapes.