13 Reasons Why Preferences and Imagines

002 | HOW YOU MET

CLAY

You let out a relieved sigh, as the bell rang, picking up your backpack, about to leave English, when your teacher called you back.

"Yes, Miss?" You asked, walking up to her desk, seeing an awkward looking boy in a zip up hoodie.

"I've noticed your grades have been slipping." Your teacher told you.

"Okay?" You nodded.

"This is Clay Jensen," Your teacher introduced, "He'll be your new peer tutor." She said, before dismissing you both.

"Uh, yeah, I'm Clay Jensen." The boy awkwardly said, as you walked down the hall.

"Y/N Y/L/N." You nodded.

"So, when do you wanna meet?" Clay asked, as you both stopped at your locker.

"Well, I have cheer Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays and need a lot of help in English." You said, with a small laugh at the end.

Clay chuckled slightly, gripping at the straps of his backpack, "How's Mondays and Thursdays in the library after school?"

"See you then." You nodded, before running off to your friends - who were waiting at the school entrance.

HANNAH

You were sat in your assigned seat in Chemistry, listening to your teacher go on and on.

"How many cats do you think she has?" The beside you whispered, making you look at her, realising that it was the new girl.

"I'm gonna say fifteen." You smiled.

"That sounds about accurate." The brunette laughed.

"Y/N Walker." You introduced yourself.

"Hannah Baker."

JESSICA

You were sitting alone at lunch, reading your script, when you felt someone sit next to you.

"May I help you?" You smiled kindly at the girl sitting next to you.

"You're Y/N, right?" The girl asked.

"Yeah," You nodded, "And you're Jessica, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, Jessica," You started, "Why are you siting next to me at this lunch time?"

"I saw you were sitting alone, and I came over to ask why." Jessica told you.

"I'm sitting alone, because my friends are in a shit load of drama, and I can't be bothered to deal with all of it." You explained.

"My kind of person." Jessica smiled at you, starting to eat her lunch.

JUSTIN

You were walking down the empty halls of Liberty High, a few books clutched tight to your chest when Bryce Walker and his cronies came down, their leader forcefully slapped the books out of your hands, making them fly across the hall.

"Oops." Bryce laughed with his friends, before exiting the hall.

You sighed, bending down and picking up your books, trying to find your last one, when it was presented in front of your face. 

By Justin Foley.

"Thanks." You mumbled, taking it from his hands.

"No problem," Justin said, "He shouldn't have done that," He told you, "I'm Justin Foley."