15 Reasons Why | "You Could Save Her?"

Cassette 3: Side A

Monday morning. I told my mom I was walking to school today. Since I wanted to listen more to the tapes.
I was my normal dressing. A pair of blue jeans, gray shoes, green shirt and my hoodie.
I place the earbuds in and pushed Play.
Why do I bother talking to you all through these small cassettes? Am I even getting anywhere? I think not. Maybe one of you are trying to put together the puzzle. Mentally and reality. Or maybe I'm twisting this whole story to make you understand something I didn't.
I felt a pain in my stomach as I walked down to the high school. It's like she's really talking.
Mr. Armstrong~ You're next.
Who? I mean thank goodness its not me. Yet.
Tristan. You are one weird kid. Met you in Summer school. Xavier and Miguel and you, same classes. We were that group. But I was distant, because you were boys. I understand. So there would be days I'd be silent and listen. Observing. Anyways, I remember switching numbers with me. Now it's blocked and I don't remember it because you really never mean much to me. You didn't text much, I did not bother. You were into Anime. "Deep" ones. Like someone else.. I wasn't disgusted, just maybe slightly concerned and confused. Now you, sir, stalked me. Followed me everywhere. Yeah you might have helped do a report on David, but you went over the line with me. After school, middle school. I walked home and back that year. You were right behind me. So I head inside a nearby building to get a drink of water. They were free for anyone. You were looking for me. I was ticked off.
Stalker much?
So I walked out. You caught up. I turn to you and snapped.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"I'm looking for my friends bike. Someone stole it." You didn't even look me dead in the eyes. So you were lying. I glance around the grassy area. "If someone took his bike there'd be something shiny in the field. But there's nothing Tristan. You keep fucking following me around and I don't like it. Take your own path. Stop crossing mine." I turn back to you. Still not looking at me, "fuck off!"
"Sorry- I"
"Sorry my ass! And leave me alone!"
I walked away speeding up. You knew about David. You helped once. And you wanted something in return. I hate that. Honestly do. You disliked me being with Miguel. So you'd believe David. Back stabber.
I reached the school and walk to breakfast. Hearing these would make me see people differently. I know it. And it all leads back to David. They did all know each other. And they probably still do. Unless..
I bumped into a student.
"Sorry." I apologized. It was a girl. Long orange red hair. "It's fine." She notices the recorder, "Oh, old school?"
"Yeah." No.
She laughs, "Oh right, you're Clay. Right?"
"Yeah. That's me." Does she know about the tapes? "You know, Rikkun always talked so much about you."
She knows something.
"She does?"
"Yeah-" her phone buzzes. "Sorry! I gotta go." She answer her call walking away, "Whats up, Wolf-girl?"
What a weird name. I paused the tape. I couldn't listen to it hear, the rules here are plain stupid. Teachers would suspect. And if someone would always tell me, "they would keep an eye out".

The bell rings for first. I take my stuff and head to class. Rikkun was no where in sight. Disappeared. Maybe, she is dead. She talked like one. Then again she was talking like a person writing and waiting for questions to be answered. Like the way she explained. Or riddled. This was all so confusing. So so confusing.