13 Reasons Why / Zalex Story

What happened to you ?

Pov Justin
Zach didn't show up at school today and so did Alex. I wonder what they were up to, if that isn't obvious. But Zach did not answer any of my texts or calls. I mean I understand that they are all lovey dovey with each other because it's all new and stuff but that doesn't mean he has to treat me like a little bitch. Maybe I'm just acting like a little bitch. I'm kinda annoyed right now because Clay said he would come to football practice with me and we'd drive home together after but his cute little ass still isn't here.
I'm still in the locker room while everyone else is already outside on the field. I'm texting Clay but he doesn't answer. Maybe he's not getting the messages.
"Foley! Get your ass out here!" I heard the coach yell.
Fuck it. I have to get out there now. He'll probably show up later.
I took my helmet and got out on the field.

Pov Clay
I was on my way to the football practice. I usually wouldn't go because I don't care about sports. It's really boring to watch and don't even get me started on doing it yourself. I'm only going because Justin asked me to and well I couldn't say no to him. Watching Justin in his football uniform, I do not mind that. Now that there kinda is something going on between us I'm realizing how obviously I must've been staring at Justin all the time. I can't even pass him in the hallway without blushing after what we did in my bedroom.
Hopefully they didn't start yet. I'm running a bit late. I was talking to Tyler and totally forgot the time. I had to look after him because Alex wasn't here today even though it was his turn. Now that I think about it Zach wasn't here either. I hope everything is okay.
I was walking down the long hall that linked to the corridor right before the locker room
Maybe I should text Justin that I'm gonna be late.
I wanted to take out my phone when something hit me on the back of my head.
"AH FUCK!" I screamed as I fell to the ground.
"What the fuck!" I exclaimed as I tried to lift myself up but someone slammed my head back to the ground and started kicking me. I was screaming and coughing till I didn't get a word out anymore.
I heard someone running away.
I slowly moved my head to the side trying to open my eyes. I could taste the blood in my mouth and the salt from the tears running down my face. I was trying so hard to breath but every time I breathed in I felt a sting in my chest. I pressed my right hand against my chest and with my left one I took my phone out of my pocket. It was then that I realized I couldn't really see anything from the tears in my eyes blurring my vision. Thank god this fucking thing has a fingerprint. I tried my best to write Justin a message he could understand but in the end I honestly don't really know what I wrote. At least I know I hit the send button.
I was laying there coughing up blood, just hoping that someone would find me and that that someone has a bottle of water. Even though my mouth is flooded with blood it feels dry and I just don't want to taste that metallic taste anymore.
I closed my eyes and tried to steady my heavy breathing. I have no idea what hurts more at this point, my stomach or my chest. All I could feel was pain. Through and through.

Pov Justin
"10 minute break guys." the coach yelled.
I took my helmet off. My hair was all sweaty and I was out of breath.
I was looking around. There were just a few people on the bleachers but Clay was still nowhere to be found. I felt a bit hurt. If he didn't want to come he could've just said so.
"Hey Foley where is your little bitch?" Monty yelled.
"Don't know what you're talking about." I answered because I didn't want to start a fight. I just couldn't do that in my situation.
"Aww are you and Corey fighting, oh no. Maybe he'll forgive you when you suck him off."
"I don't know why you're playing dumb. His name is Clay and you know that. But you probably are just stupid Monty." I answered and walked back inside.
Maybe Clay texted back.
I walked to my locker and got my phone out of my bag. I placed my helmet on the bench and unlocked my phone.
Only one message. From Clay.
Now I want a really fucking good explanation.
"Im jnhured imn hall need hell quicjky"
What in the holy hell.
I read the message three times until I finally understood what it was supposed to mean.
It hit me like a brick.
Fuck something happened to Clay that's why he is late.
I started running. I left everything there but my phone and stormed out the door.
Fucking hell.
What the fuck happened to Clay.
I ran down the corridor looking everywhere. I got to the long hallway. Still no sign of Clay.
I was loosing my mind.
Where is he
Where is Clay
He is injured and nowhere to be found.
Fuck.
"FUCK!" I exlaimed.
I tousled my hair and felt tears fill my eyes.
"Clay where the fuck are you!"
I took out my phone again and tried calling him but of course he didn't answer.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fucking think Justin.
Where could he be.
I was biting the skin off of my fingers.
I can't fucking think. My head is just full of scenarios of Clay being hurt.
I started walking again, I won't find him if I just stand here.
Then I saw something that made my heart shatter. A blood stain.
What the fuck happened.
I couldn't hold my tears back any longer.
"Fuck." I whispered and rubbed my eyes.
Maybe he made it to the nurses office.
I started running again.
Thank god almost no one is here anymore so I had all the running space I need.
I saw the blue door.
All I could think was please be in there Clay please be in there.
I stormed into the nurses office and there he was.
Clay.
My Clay.
Sitting on the bed with cuts on his face, holding his stomach, messy hair and blood stains on his shirt.
He looked up and saw me.
My stomach tightened up and I didn't know what to say.
So I just didn't say anything and just carefully took him into my embrace.
He put his hands on my back and clenched my shirt in his fists. His face was burried in my neck and so was mine in his. I was taking in his scent and ran my hand through his hair.
After a while I slowly backed up and looked at him. I cupped his face and he looked me in the eyes.
"Clay what the fuck happened to you?" I calmly asked.
He wanted to speak up but then the nurse came in.
"Mr. Foley what are you doing here? Do you need something?" She asked.
"We- I. I was going to take him home."
"Oh? Is that okay with you Mr. Jensen?" She asked Clay.
"Yeah, we live together." he answered.
I could hear the pain in his voice and it broke my heart all over again.
"Okay Clay. I will give you some painkillers, you can take them 2 times a day and please eat something before you take them. And get some rest." She said.
I took his bag that was laying on the floor and then we left the room.
Clay was walking behind me.
I turned around. "What happened?"
"Someone beat me up Justin, what the fuck does it look like to you." He answered annoyed. He tried to get away from me but I was way faster than him. I stopped him by holding his shoulders. I was right in front of him. "I'm sorry. Okay I'm sorry. Do you know who it was?" He shook his head.
I looked into his beautiful eyes. All I could feel was love and the want to protect him.
We were all alone in the long and dim hallway. I slowly closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his and leaned my body against Clay's. His hands were holding on to my waist and he kissed back. I could taste the blood on his lips but I didn't care. After a few seconds he slowly broke the kiss and he leaned his forhead against mine. I smiled. "Do you want me to carry you to the car?" I asked.
He smiled and nodded.
Clay took his backpack and I turned around. He got on my back and I carried him the whole way piggyback to the car. I opened the door for him and helped him sit down. I got into the driver's seat and started the engine. Clay was leaning against the window and closed his eyes. I started driving and rested my right hand on Clay's thigh. He put his hand on mine and intertwined our fingers.

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Heeeeyyyy guys this weeks chapter is a bit shorter I hope you'll forgive me. Enjoy and have a nice weekend ❤️