🌹Rose+Thorn🌹

Miss Baker

Nearly every lunch break i go to visit Mrs Baker. Since Hannah died, she's needed a shoulder or two to cry on. I took my walk down to her shop and walked in with a smile on my face. I found Mrs Baker stocking a few shelves and as she looked up, she spotted me and smiled at me too. "Hi, you're back!" She greeted. Her brown hair was short and she had her regular baige coat on.

"Of course, I never really left" I told her with a slight laugh. She was sat on the counter now, eating some chips. "So how are you?" I asked her. She finished her mouthful "better then I have been, your visits have been helping" she replied, looking into my eyes. "Well, I'm glad. Hannah was always nice to me so I'm trying to return the favour. Plus you're totally cool" I told her, laughing a little more. She chuckled "You think so?". I nodded and she smiled.
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I got back into and met with Miya. Fortunately she wasn't with Scott, somehow. She usually is busy eating his face off. We sat in the lunch hall, in a comfortable silence. "So did you see Mrs Baker?" She asked me. I nodded. She nodded too. Since Hannah, me and Miya had become distant. It was my fault because I blocked everyone off.

"Hey girls, mind if we sit?" A bright brown haired boy asked us, sitting down anyways. "Sure yeah Bryce, make yourselves comfortable!" Miya responded in a chirpy voice. I rolled my eyes and scooched over. I thought Bryce would sit next to me but instead- "Hey Rose" Montgomery greeted me, sitting way too close.

I moved over a bit more and watched as Monty ate his food, chewing into my ear. "I'm out" I said, going to get up but I was pulled back down by Monty. "Do not touch me." I snapped, my voice low. His eyes widened and he let go. "Shit, sorry" He apologised sincerely. He knew not to pull me like that. I glared at him and got up, heading to my next class. I made it into the empty corridor before I felt a gently hand on my shoulder.

I turned around to see the same face I hoped not to. "I'm sorry...I really am" He apologised again. I sighed and gave him a weak smile. "It's okay" I quietly told him. "Are you okay?" He questioned. I looked away and sighed again. He gently pulled my face up towards his. "You're not okay. I need you to stop hating me. Please. I want to help you, Rose" He whispered. How dare he say this to me after what happend. His eyes were soft and sympathetic.

"I don't hate you. I just- Need time" I excused, knowing that I was just afraid of him. Not in way where he'll hurt me, because he'd never physically hurt me on purpose. I guess it's a fear of falling in love. It's no secret that we used to be in love, everyone knew it. The problem was that me and Montgomery aren't emotional people, like that. And we both had a lot going on. So I ended it, not really thinking he would care. But he did....a lot.

"I've given you like, two months already! I just want you back in my life." He begged, holding my arm. I pulled my arm back and walked off, to my next class.

Sitting in the class was my partner for our Literature project, Clay Jensen. He also happend to be an old friend of mine. I say down and smiled at him, I knew him and Hannah were close so I tried to make sure I was a friendly face for him. "Hey Clay, you okay?" I asked. He was staring down at his desk, doing nothing. I tapped his shoulder and he looked at me up and down.

"Oh, Hey Rosalia...I'm fine" He replied, fiddling with a pen. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but it was unlike any other. His eyes seemed dark and mysterious. "You sure? I know this situation with Hannah-" I began. "Don't even mention her name after what you did." He told me harshly. He stood up and started to walk out the class.

"What?" I questioned, scoffing. I thought back to one specific night, One nobody could possibly know about. Nobody could know it was me....right?

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FlAsHbAcK
I walked in, holding my boyfriends hand. It wasn't normal for me to have a boyfriend and if I'm honest I didn't know how to act. But I was known to be a 'party girl' so regardless, I was still going to party with or without one. As we entered the room, cheers could be heard as people turned around to see us. They were mostly cheering for Monty as the football team had just won that nights game.

"Baby, I'm going to get us some drinks. You sit your cute butt on that seat and I'll be right back" Monty told me, pecking my lips and then my forehead. "Maybe I can sit on your lap once you come back?" I chuckled, watching him walk away. "I wouldn't have it any other way!" He shouted back. I sat myself down and took a breath out, trying to get comfortable.

"Rose!" I heard from across the crowded room. I turned my head and saw a jumpy, energetic Jessica Davis heading my way. At her side was a girl with long curly brown hair, an awkward look on her face. "Jess!" I shouted back, over the music. I gave her a quick hug and smiled at the girl next to her.

"Hey, I'm Rosalia but you can call me Rose!" I greeted, leaning on jessica. "I'm Hannah Baker, it's nice to meet you. You look really pretty!" She shouted slowly over the music. "Thank you, so do you!" I replied, laughing a little.

"God! I leave for five seconds and you've already left me for Jessica fucking Davis?! Unbelievable" Monty laughed, handing me a drink. "I'm sorry Monty, I just have that affect on women. They're drawn to me like the many flies that are drawn to you" Jessica joked back. I almost spat out my drink.

Monty glared at her and sat on the couch, pulling my skirt back so I could sit on his lap. I sat down and he put his hand on my thigh, knowing it would drive me nutso. "Are you up for getting wasted tonight? Or are you designated driver?" Jess asked me, sitting down a bit away from me. I thought for a second.

"I'm not going to get wasted but don't put me down as designated driver" I said, sipping more of my drink. I winced at the taste "what the fuck even is this?" I questioned, looking at the red solo cup in my hand. Monty smelled his cup and shrugged. "Smells like alcohol" He sarcastically said, a cheeky grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and took another sip of the drink.