A DE LA CRUZ OR A SANTILLO? // 13 reasons why

ONE

Hannah Baker's pov

Jessica and I were deep in a conversation about a history project.

"Hannah!" Bryce yelled from the his kitchen,"Your phones ringing."

I excused myself from Jessica to get my phone. "Thanks Bryce." I said

"Hello?" I answered

"Is this a Miss. Hannah Baker?" a woman's soft voice asked.

"Yeah, how can I help you?"

"I'm Kate and I'm calling  from the Wentworth Juvinile Facility, do you know at Ricardo Santillo?"

"Yeah, is he ok? Is he dead? Oh, please don't tell me he died." I asked frantically. Bryce, Justin, and Monty looked at me strange from where they were standing.

"No, No, Honey, he's fine. He is being released from the facility, and you were number one on his emercency contact."

"Ok. Thank you, I'll pick him up."

"Alright, Good day." 

Then she hung up and I put my phone in my back pocket. I leaned back against the counter and took a deep breath. Millions of thoughts raced through my brain,

Where's he gonna stay?

Does he love me?

Then, oh shit. Monty.

"What's wrong, Baker?" 

I jumped when Bryce snapped me back to reality.

"Nothing, I just gotta ask Jeff for his car." I reply. "I'll see you guys later."

"Bye." The three of them said.

Walking back into the living room, "Hey Jeff, do you think I can borrow your car? I'll put gas in it."

He nods, "Sure, where ya going?"

"I gotta pick someone up."

He pulls his keys from his pocket, " Aight, here."

I nodded in thanks and made my way out the door and into the car.

I sighed, thinking about the 3 hours drive ahead.

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The sky has a mixture of pink, orange, yellow, and blue as I pull up to the release gate.

He's standing there, slouching, not giving a single fuck. The myth, the legend, baddest fucker in the world. Ricardo Asher Santillo.

Standing in the exact same clothes as the day he was arrested.

When I get out of the car, I hug him tightly and he hugs backed just as tight. He gives me a bruising kiss, showing how much he missed me without saying any words yet.

"i missed you," he mutters "so fucking much."

I place my head on his chest, " I missed you too, come on i have to go back to my friends house, you coming?"

"Why not?" He says a small smile gracing his face. 

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I pulled up to the Bryce's house.

" Listen, I gotta tell you something," I looked into his eyes "You're brother's here."

"What?"

"Montgomery, well Monty, he lives here. in Cresmont."

"Fuck. Is he here?"

"I dont know. Do you want to go in or stay out here?"

Emotion passes through his eyes, yet nothing is dispaced on his face. 

" I don't know, this could fuck his whole mind up. Picture it, I walk into the room with you, he sees me, what would be his first reaction?" His brows furrowed in thought.

"He's gonna flip shit." I plopped against the seat and sighed.

"Fucking right"