She Will Be loved [13 Reasons Why]

Chapter Three

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Chapter Three

I saw in a movie one time. Actually several movies. Time travel. If movies were portraying it and fictionalizing it, why couldn't we do it?

Man I know I am definitely going out on a limb here but what if we could do it someway somehow? Just turn back time? Change Hannah's mind? Make her seem happy? Make her feel loved?

Skylar and I sit in the little diner. The same diner Marcus made a move on Hannah. Actually the booth she said she was in, was right across from where we were. The whole entire time Skylar is trying to talk to me I can't help but look at the booth they sat at. Imagine Marcus doing that to her. She was vague really vague. But I can take a sense at what he did. 

"Clay are you listening to me?" Skylar gets my attention finally and I look at her stunned almost. 

"Uh yeah?" I nod unsurprisingly. "you wanted something to eat or drink?"

"No," Skylar says with a laugh," I mean yeah but that wasn't it. I was saying I am sorry for what happened at Monet's the other day. When I was telling you your fortune. i just-shit this ain't easy to say."

I shake my head and put my hand on her arm, "say no more Skylar I totally get it."

"Really are you sure?" she asks me with her eyebrows raised. 

I nod again and then do the so and so nod, "I mean I think I do. You just wanted to give it to me and I was being a dick bringing up-"

"Bringing up Hannah?" Skylar interrupts me. 

I freeze. I try not to look at the booth again and instead call the waiter over, "yes miss we would to like to order?"

The waitress scoffs and then makes her way to the booth, "and what can I get for you?" she asks in sort of a rude manner. 

I look at Skylar and Skylar just gives me a shrug as if she doesn't know either. Maybe a bad day?

I look through the menu at a quick glance and pretend I actually know what I want,"I would like the #3."

"The breakfast menu? We don't serve-"

"Hey listen we are paying you for this job. It says your breakfast stops serving at twelve and guess what it is eleven thirty," Skylar interrupts her and her lips are pursed like she wants to fight her or something. Good thing I am in the aisle part and not her. 

"Shouldn't you all be at school?" She asks her and I clear my throat.

"Um does it matter? Can we order?" I say and the waitress nods. I see Skylar rolls her eyes.

"I would like my eggs scrambled and bread only slightly toasted. Then my hash browns make on the side with the sausage links."

The waitress looks from me to Skylar and Skylar almost laughs, "I would just like the half order of biscuits and gravy."

The waitress murmurs," we will get that out to you."

Skylar and I look at each other and then bust out laughing. 

"Shouldn't you be in school?" she mic micks the overly stressed out waitress. 

I stop laughing though and then look down at my hand which was still on her arm. We both notice it at the same time so I flinch it away.

We don't talk until we exit the diner. We didn't talk while we were eating which wasn't awkward because of the fact we were eating. We don't look at each other. I myself steal a couple more glances at the booth which once held a naive Hannah Baker.

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When I come in the house my mother is right at the door. She has that look to her and her arms are crossed. Oh no. 

"Clay have you been not feeling well lately?" she asks and she goes to me. She puts her hand on my forehead and take it away. 

"Yeah Mom. I'm sorry I just-I just got a ride from- you know it doesn't really matter. Can I go to my room? I am getting a little tired and under the weather?"

My mom doesn't notice the lie and she nods that mother nod, "yes of course hun. Go upstairs. You looked flushed maybe I can get a fan in there for you? A cold towel?"

I shake my head, "no that won't be necessary. Um I think if I need one I will come down. I just need rest."

Which I do. I suddenly become drowsy and a headache comes along. It's very strong. 

Once I get in my bedroom I close the door. Lock it and then lay on the bed. Looking at the ceiling I try to make my head hurt a little less. After what seems forever I finally feel my eyes grow heavier and heavier.

When I wake up my head hurts even worse so I rub the back of it and feel my whole body go limp. I try to stand up but I fail as I fall down. The sound is loud and I hear a muffling in the hallway afterward. 

"Clay? Are you alright?" My mother knocks on the door and then comes in, "honey why are you on the ground shouldn't you be working?"

I freeze. Working? I shake my head, "mom you know I already quit."

I turn my body around and then use my limpy arms to get myself on the bed but I fail again. My mother comes to me and begins to help me up, "well I hope you didn't. You know how much you want to save for your new bike."

My new bike? I shake my head again and then laugh; however it hurts so I stop, "but I already have a new bike. I have had it for several months now. What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me? Honey you are telling me you have a new bike when you don't. You still have your dad's old bike," she touches my forehead like she did a while ago and then sighs, "are you alright? Do you need to call in?"

I blink my eyes, "yeah yeah I will be fine but I thought you already knew I was sick."

"Sick? Already knowing?" my mother laughs her small little laugh and then shakes her head once, "Clay it's only seven o'clock in the morning."

"But-but I have been only asleep for two hours. I set my alarm?" I look over at the nightstand and my clock does reveal seven fifteen. I get my phone where I usely put it on the charger and then unlock it. The home screen is of an arcade fire picture. I haven't had this picture in almost a year. What the?

I look at the time but then the date above the time is what really gets me. 

March 19 2017

"Oh shit," I say and then I feel as if I can step or stand up again. 

LIT!