unexpected { clay jensen } *MAJOR EDITING*

2 > Thoughts

I never returned to Liberty since Hannah's dead. Well, I don't have the courage. What would people think? 

"Oh the sister of a death Hannah Baker is back."

I pushed the thoughts away and head on to Menot's Cafè.

"Yes, green tea latte please." I said to the cashier.

She nodded her head and she returned it with my favorite drinks.

I've looked for an empty table that has two chairs.

"Ya know Han i feel like spending here with my sister so far, one of my favorite thing." My eleven years old says.

She nodded agreed.

"Yeah when we get older, you're not going to spend it with me." She chuckled.

I raised my eyebrows, "With who?"

"You're lovers!" She Impressed and we laughed our asses off.

"Alana? Are you okay?" I feel a hands on my shoulder.

I jumped up surprised causing my drinks fallen down.

I saw a worried looking Clay Jensen.

Let me tell you about him, he was one of my sister boyfriend? I'm not sure is they're dating or no, but they look very happy everytime they spend time together.

He was a good looking, trust me. His nice and he looked exactly like my sister. Maybe that's why they're close. They had something in common.

"Oh hi, Clay." I greeted.

"We're you daydreaming?" He asked curiously.

After Hannah's death, all of our lives is completely different. It was more quiet, and lots of people quit the Liberty. Including one of my bestfriend, Justin Foley.

Yeah, he used to get close with my sister. And when my sister found out I was quite close with Justin, she gets mad.

"No. Why?" I asked annoyedly.

"Look, I'm sorry that you haven't gotten over Hannah's death." He tries to explain and i cutt him off.

"No, Clay. Shut the fuck up. You don't fucking know how life has been without her. I feel like, all people hate me and they seen me as a fucking freak because my sister just killed herself. And don't you fucking dare I'm going to get over about Hannah's death because even my Mom wouldn't dare to look at me in the eyes and assured me everything will be alright. But instead, she blamed me and she choose to avoid me all the time. Is that what you called Mother?" I said.

I was crying when I had to tell him those. But I feel a relief on my chest. I finally had the guts to tell something I'd been keeping it since the death.

"I don't hate you, Al." He said softly.

"Fuck off, Okay? I don't need you're sorry. Now leave or I do." I demanded.

I'm definitely not looking for a company.

He shook his head and was about to say something before I stormed off.