Distant Fallacy || 13 Reasons Why [ 2 ]

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' The stories that you think you know and the ones that have yet to be told, I know how they all connect. '

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Bailey hooked her arms through her Liberty jacket, glancing at herself in her mirror as she went; grabbing her bag from the floor. Her face was bruised and scraped up, the result of the fight that had occurred at the Homecoming game. She'd been in the middle of it, leading her to be thrown into the back of a police car and taken to the station.

It had been eight months since the court appearances of everyone on the tapes, and she'd been to hell and back, time and time again. She'd healed and fell apart, lost what she once knew and gain something new. She'd lost friends and grown stronger friendships. She was doing better then she had, but every day was a struggle.

The girl didn't greet her parents as they sat in the kitchen as though it was a normal day before her twin died, a plate of toast waiting for her. She walked past it, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the bench before she turned to leave. She pressed her earphones into her ears, turning the music right up as she started down the street. Her head low as she passed the empty Padilla household, unable to look its way without anger boiling in her stomach. Tony and herself had spent days stewing over what had happened, nights filled with tears and rants.

Bailey spun around when a horn honked behind her, her gaze coming to land on Monty's car. She smirked, chuckling as he pulled up behind her. She climbed into the back seat, Charlie St. George already in the front. They both looked back at her with their bruised faces, offering their fists for her to hit with her own. Monty sent a wink her way, which in reply, she flipped him the bird.

'The fuck are you doing on this side of town?' She asked.

'Picking you up, didn't you get Charlie's text?' Monty looked at her via the rear view mirror.

'You mean the cryptic text from the random number since he got a new one?'

'Shit,' Charlie sighed; 'Sorry.'

'It's cool, man. Let's get to the shit hole.'

Monty chuckled, flying up the street with the speakers blaring.

'Your face is looking better,' Charlie peaked back at her.

She scoffed, 'I still look like a panda cause that dick broke my nose. And my face is still scrapped up. If anything, you're looking better.'

The boys laughed as they pulled up in the school carpark, heading inside. Monty slung his arm over her shoulders, kissing the side of her head as Charlie walked ahead.

'How's home?' She asked quietly.

'Dad's still a fucking prick,' He muttered.

'Open door, remember?'