³𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲 , 13rw ✔︎

In High School, Even on a Good Day, It's Hard to Tell Who's on Your Side (3)

Mia sits in the seat with folded arms and sighs. "Mia--"

"Clay didn't do it." Mia cuts him off.

Mr. Porter inhales, "Do you remember the day you overdosed, Clay came over to your house and you had a verbal confrontation, correct?" he asks.

Mia digs her nails into her arms and nods her head. "I mean...yeah, but he also helped me." Mia states.

"What do you mean?" He questions.

"What I mean is Clay yelled at me. But...you remember how I was. I blamed everyone else for my depression, for my miserable life. But...Clay helped me realize that...I can't blame everyone for my doings. I drank, I did drugs, to drown out my grief. Clay made me face my demons." Mia leans forward beginning to get heated.

She wipes her nose, "He was there for me when no one else was..." Mia nods her head. "When I was in a coma...he was there, every single day. And some of those people know Clay-- I know Clay, and Clay...he's good, he's really good. Everything he does, he does it for the right reasons." She defends.

"What about trying to get drugs off of Bryce?" He asks.

"He did that to get his confession, he fucking got his ass handed to him to get justice." Mia chuckles. "Respect."

She tilts her head and looks at the Sheriff. "And you know you guys didn't do shit to get anyone justice." Mia scoffs.

She looks at Mr. Porter and he sends her a small smile. She squints her eyes, confused.

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Mia sits on the bleachers and looks down at her phone, scrolling through different AA meetings. She hears shouting and she looks up at the football field and sees Monty and Clay talking to each other. Mia stands up slowly, she walks over to them. "Hey, Montgomery..." Mia says softly, but there was a coldness lacing it.

Monty looks down at her and she arches one of her brows. "Is there a...problem?" She asks tilting her head.

Monty's jaw tightens and he remembers Mia's threat. But she wouldn't pull a knife on him right now. "Of course, coming to the rescue of your little boyfriend--"

Mia pulls out her knife again. Clay's eyes widen, "Mia--"

"Walk away." Mia tilts her head and her mouth twitches. Monty nods his head and pushes his helmet into Clay. "Come on, Walker...you're not going to stab me at school." He scoffs.

Mia opens her mouth, but Monty interrupts her. "How about we discuss this later in the bathroom, huh?" He winks at her.

Mia's nostrils flare, she takes a step toward him, but Clay grabs her arm. "I will. Fucking kill you." She growls.

Monty points at her and clicks his tongue. "See that, Jensen. Also, someone, you should look out for." Monty says as he walks away.

Mia inhales and closes her eyes. She exhales quickly and places her knife back into her bag. She turns to Clay he looks at her with wide eyes. "You know? About Tyler?" He asks.

Mia's eyes widen, "He told me...one day when I was hanging out with him--wait--how do you know?" She asks closing her eyes.

"He told me, like half an hour ago." Clay answers. Mia nods her head, "Okay...and you. You thought it was a good idea to confront Monty?" Mia asks, with scrunched brows.

"Wait, you're mad at me?" Clay asks.

Mia pinches the bridge of her nose. "Why were you asking about me and my mom?" She asks.