Summary: Y/N was not doing so well in her studies so she seeks Clay Jensen's help, but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: make-out

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2k

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The last term of your senior year was going fairly well. The tension between Zach and you were at ease and you both were back to being good sports teammates there was no denying the fact that you guys made the best team.

You found it hard to believe, but it had been a long since you acknowledged that life sucked. But life’s a bitch whenever you feel too happy it bites you in the back.

You got called in by your history teacher and it seemed like you weren’t doing good with your grades, and you needed grades to get into a good college.

“But I’ll have my sports scholarship, so why worry about the grades?” you argued.

“Ms. Y/L/N I understand that you have a sports scholarship but that does not mean that I will be happy to see such low grades in your history test. Y/N you did so well in the first term despite being caught up in sports. I want you to improve your scores as they were. There should always be a backup plan. Let us hope to see a spike in your grades in end-term tests.” The teacher suggested.

To be honest the truth was that you were so caught up with your encounter with Bryce and your breakup with Zach that you almost forgot that you had school to be good at. You made it seem so easy that you could handle it all but, you were just seventeen and you couldn’t handle it all too well. Those sleepless nights of overthinking, thinking how you could have done it differently, what would have happened if you didn’t end up with Bryce in that filthy clubhouse, spending a lot of time in the bathroom crying and the list goes on.

You possessed this power where you can be cheerful and happy from the outside without anyone letting know what’s going on the inside. You never liked the idea of burdening other people with your problems.

Now, you had to move on. Those incidents were not worth anything to put your grades at stake. You decided to ask Clay for help as to who can be a better tutor than the smartest student in the class himself.

The school day ended, and you were going into the parking lot with Jessica where Tony was waiting for you in his car to drop you home. While walking in the hallway towards the gate you came across Clay Jensen. “Jess, you wait for me outside, I gotta talk to Clay about something.” You told Jessica.

“Yeah, I’ll be right outside with Tony.” She spoke.

“Hello, Mr. Nerd.” You greeted Clay.

“Oh, hi! You can see me?” said Clay sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes in embarrassment and said innocently “Okay, I have been a bit busy lately. It’s not like I ghosted you or something we still met at the locker often.”

“Yeah, right right right. You kiss me and then for a month I am just a guy whose locker is neighbors with yours.” You could hear the teasing in his words. He didn’t sound mad he was just being savage which was not unlikely of him.

You sighed heavily, “That is not the point Clay, come on. I need your help. Please listen to me?”

You made your pretty please face which no one has ever been able to deny.

“Yeah, tell me. I was just kidding. Sometimes it feels nice to not be the one getting roasted by Ms. Y/N. Anyway, tell me how I could help you ma’am?” He crossed his arms and was ready to listen attentively.

“I kinda need you to tutor me in History and Maths. I missed a few classes, life’s been pretty rocky, so I wasn’t paying attention. Could you maybe help me?”

“Ah, now I wonder why I got attention from Ms. Y/N/L/N and suddenly I exist for her, of course, it is because you need my help. I get it yeah.” He teased yet again.

“Okay, enough with this sassy treatment Clay, you are lucky I need help from you otherwise I don’t take this shit from anyone. I get it I used you and I am sorry. I am. Please?” you said making your pretty please face again.

“I got homework to do so I might not be able to…”

You cut him off and said “Okay Clay, I have tried to be nice but you’re on the Student Honour Board and you must help every student seeking help. Earlier I asked you as a friend but now I am asking you to perform your duty as a peer. Otherwise, I don’t think so you deserve to be on the Student Board.”

“Damn, you got me. I was just fooling around. I’ll help you. It will be my honor. We can meet at Monéts in an hour.” Finally, he agreed to help.

“No not in an hour, I gotta go home and eat something quickly and come back for practice. How about at 6?” you suggested.

“Oh okay, at 6. But it’ll have to be at my place then. That café turns loud till the evening.”

“Done! Thank you so much, Clay. You are the best.”

You kissed his left cheek in a friendly way which left Clay blushing and staring at the floor with his right hand behind his neck as you walked away.

After practicing you took a quick shower and put on your boyfriend-fit jeans with a black graphic tee on the top and grabbed your leather jacket on your way out. You told your mom that you were going to study at Clay’s place which was the only reason why she would permit you to go to a boy’s place. To study.

On your way to the Jensen’s, you stopped by Monéts to buy a couple of drinks for Clay and yourself. You knocked on the door gently and Clay did not even take a minute to open it seemed like he was eagerly waiting for you.

“Hey Hoodie! See what I brought along with me.”

“Hey Y/N, aren’t we supposed to study?” He inquired.

“Okay, Jensen sue me for needing caffeine while studying.” Sarcasm flows with your words.

“Let me that that.” He offered to take your jacket like a gentleman.

With that, he led the way, and you followed him to the round dining table in the kitchen. You placed the drinks on the table and took out your books. Clay peeped into the drinks curiously, wondering what I could have brought.

You made his work easy by giving him his drink and taking yours, “Here, Hot Chocolate for you and Triple Mocha for me.”

“How come I don’t get coffee?” he asked.

“Simple. Because you don’t drink it.” You answered.

He looked surprised by the fact that you knew that information about him. He further inquired “How’d you know that?”

You tried to make it seem normal as you said “I uh… might have read your fan fiction about Alien Killer Robots and Percy is not a Coffee guy either so I gathered that you won’t be too because you resonate with Percy a lot. You are just like him, brave, courageous, empathetic, and compassionate.”

“You read my fiction???... But didn’t you say that you have no interest in Aline Killer Robots and they creep you out?”

Damn this man had many questions, “Okay, I thought of giving it a try you know starting with the fiction, so I am ready for the real thing. And to be honest I must admit, great writing. You made me fall for the whole Alien concept and I might even borrow those comics you recommend to me earlier.”

You could see the pride on Clay’s face, he was so happy that you called him Percy. You knew he was his favorite character, and he would fight anyone who does not like him.

You both sat down on the wooden chairs and Clay started with American history. It seemed like the house had no one except you two until you heard the door being opened by someone.

“Clay, I am home.” The woman spoke.

That someone was Clay’s mom, Lainie Jensen. She was surprised to see an unexpected guest, but she was so sweet. She instantly brought a huge welcoming smile to her face.

Clay looked a little awkward as he was not expecting either of his parent too early.

“Mom, I thought you were working.”

“Hello to you too Clay. I brought the work home. By the way, who is this beautiful girl?” asked her mom in the sweetest way you could imagine. You always liked when people appreciated you.

Before Clay could say anything, you stretched your hand for a handshake and said “Y/N, Y/Ln. It is so nice to meet you Mrs, Jensen.”

“Oh, so she is the famous Y/N I have heard so much about.” She gasped.

Clay got all awkward again and said, “Not so much about you, you know just a little bit. It’s part of their helicopter parenting where I have to tell them about my day and all. Mom if you would please excuse us, we have to do some studying.”

Clay grabbed all the books, and you picked up your backpack along with the drinks and he led the way toward a narrow staircase. We did not even climb three steps when his mom called for him again.

“Clay, honey, please remember to keep the door open 3 inches”

You tried your best not to laugh but could not help it and let out a small giggle. Clay got embarrassed as he looked at you and then at his mom and said, “Stop humiliating me in front of my friends, mom.” He climbed the stairs in frustration and opened the door for you to his bedroom.

He had a small bedroom but not so small to accommodate a couch in one corner of the room and a queen size bed in the other corner attached to the wall. His study table was just beside the window giving the perfect street view. His walls were dominated by posters of various things this Alien Killer Robots and The Arcade Fire. As he closed the door leaving three inches open as instructed by his mom your eyes fell upon this beautiful doodle of tapes. His bedroom was aesthetically grey which you found soothing and cozy.

Over the span of an hour, you both shifted from the couch to the study table, to the bed and finally, you both settled down on the floor resting your backs on the other side of the bed. Clay was sitting on the side closer to the door and you were sitting near his nightstand.

“So Civil War happened in which year?” asked Clay taking my test.

“1851?” you answered.

“No, Y/N it’s 61”

You groaned in frustration “Why can’t Damon Salvatore be my history tutor? Like he lived the history, he was even part of the war.”

“Don’t you think Damon’s toxic?” asked Clay and jealousy was visible on his face.

You cross-questioned him “Don’t you think Katherine’s a bitch?”

“Yeah, but she’s hot.” Said Clay making an argument.

You patted Clay’s cheek and said with sympathy “Thank you so much for proving my point, Clay.” It didn’t take long for Clay to realize what you meant, and you both laughed loudly.

But suddenly there was an unexpected silence in the room. You felt some kind of tension between the two of you, something that was never experienced between the two of you. It was like a silence that spoke a magnitude of language. You felt a force that was drawing you towards Clay. You took deep breaths and cupped Clay’s face with one hand moving him closer to you. You looked into his eyes and he gave a slight nod.

You leaned in to kiss Clay. Luckily, he started kissing back and you both sunk into the kiss. You still held his face by his jawline keeping him closer and moved towards him decreasing the gap between you two, meanwhile, Clay slid one of his legs to shut the door without breaking the kiss.

You were so impressed by this act; he did this so effortlessly. As you sunk more into the kiss it was getting hot until the door flung open and you stopped abruptly.

A/N: Damn! I wonder who could that be? it's sus. I promise there's a part 2 to it so stay tuned.

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Summary: Bryce tries to take advantage of the reader yet again.

Warnings: sexual assault, substance abuse, violence (I put a "..." before the triggering content)

Genre: Heavy angst

Word Count: 1.8k

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“Hey, Nerd!” You met Clay at your locker, and he greeted you by pecking your lips which brought a huge grin to your face.

“Really? Nerd? How about babe, or honey maybe? I thought we were past that ‘you calling me nerd phase’.”

“Oh Jensen, come on you know how much I love calling you Nerd and don’t tell me you don’t love that too. So, I am going to pass on your offer” you patted his cheeks and gave him a sweet kiss.

Well, Clay could not agree more. He liked it when you called him by those nicknames, but he was just trying to act like a normal couple. He decided not to argue further and held your hand as you both walked together to your first class.

This was the best thing in your relationship with Clay; you can be you. You can be honest with him; you can be yourself and you still got to roast each other and be sarcastic without a hint of judgment. This was nothing like what you felt with Zach, with Zach you had this urge to be the perfect girl because Zach was one of the most popular guys in school and there were no less jealous prying eyes on you. With Clay, you can be free and confident.

When you broke the news of your hot passionate night with Clay to Jessica, she could not be happier to know about you two, she felt like a proud mom.

It had been a month and you never felt this happy since the winter break. Your scores improved, and all your teachers were happy, you filled out your college applications for your top favorite colleges. With Clay being one of the most important highlights of your life, it felt like a cherry on top.

The basketball tournament was near which meant that you had to work harder every day after school, and now that your exams were done you decided to focus on your game because you needed that sports scholarship to get into the ivy college of your choice.

This meant that you could not focus enough on your relationship with Clay, but you always found a way to balance both. Sometimes, he came to pick you up after practice, sometimes you showed up at his place when his parents were out and sometimes you both took a walk up to the cliff and just sat there enjoying the city view.

Most of the time you fell asleep on Clay’s shoulders and when you did, Clay would kiss on top of your head and wrap his hands around you so that you don’t feel cold.

That day the practice was going to be longer than usual, and you told Clay to not wait up till late for you at night. You said your goodbyes to Jess and Clay and went to the gym with Justin. You changed into your practice clothes and tied your hair in a simple bun so that they don’t interrupt you while playing.

The practice was tiring every day but today, it was brutal. The coach made you do twenty laps and then the abdominal exercises to strengthen the core muscles. Then you finally got to play the game and if all that was not enough, he asked you to do a couple more laps and finish the day with stretching.

Before you started stretching you were a bit dehydrated and realized that you forgot your water bottle at the gym, so you went into the gym and drank water from your bottle, and sat for a while to relax.

Until you finished your stretching regime, most of the guys already left as they didn’t take it very seriously but you on the other hand took your after-practice stretching extremely seriously to avoid having sore muscles afterward.

You changed into your fresh dry clothes and went to the gym to grab your things. All you wanted was a long hot bath in your bathtub, just the thought of it was comforting to you and you felt so sleepy which was unusual. You did feel tired after practice every day, but this felt exceptionally weird.

You were just packing up your things and saw Bryce entering from the door. Honestly, you were skeptical but not scared of him. You just packed your things and walked up straight to the door. As you were going you walked past Bryce with a subtle smile on your face, you grasped as you felt a tight grip on your wrist.

...

Bryce grabbed your wrist and slammed you against the wall keeping you between both his hands. You tried to push him off as he was reducing the gap between you two. Your bodies were brushing against each other. You pushed him hard, and he held one of his hands against your neck pinning you to the wall. You felt your throat constrict as he put more force against your throat almost choking you. His other hand pinned you against the wall.

Your eyes were full of tears as you felt helpless. You struggled to breathe and could not gather much strength to push him off. You could see your fear in the reflection of his dreadful eyes. Those sinful green eyes looked straight at you with an evil grin on his face, there was no guilt in his eyes. It was like whatever he was doing was right. He came closer to you mounting his six feet body over your short body.

“Come on baby, we are just having some fun together. It is not my fault that you looked so hot today. Running in those shorts showing off your perfect ass.” Even his words creeped you out.

“I am with Clay asshole, leave me alone!” you demanded while struggling to speak.

“Oh, is that scrawny little shit enough to satisfy you huh?” he came closer and whispered right into your ear “I’ll let you have so much more fun. Trust me you will be satisfied”.

“His name is Clay Jensen; don’t you dare say anything about my boyfriend, dick.”

You gathered all the force left in you and kicked his crotch. As soon as you were released by his grip you started running straight towards the door, but Bryce recovered soon from the kick and pulled you back on the ground. He climbed over you and started taking his joggers off. It was then that you heard the door and saw Zach entering. Zack sprinted towards you and pushed Bryce off you.

...

“Oh, come on Zachy, let’s have some fun together now that you’re here too. She never let you have sex with her right? Come let’s show her how real men are.”

“You are so pathetic, Bryce! Get off her,” Zach yelled at him.

He carried you in his arms as you passed out after that. The last thing you remember was Zach pushing Bryce off you. You woke up in a familiar bedroom, but it wasn’t yours. You were in Zach’s bed lying with the blanket tucked around your body. You woke up in a panic and saw Zach sitting on the chair in his room. He brought all his attention toward your confused look. You had so many questions in your mind like what happened with Bryce? Did he do something? Why did you feel so dizzy? And more importantly, how did you end up in Zach’s bed?

You felt weak, and couldn’t understand why. Zach told you how he fought Bryce and why he brought you to his place rather than yours.

“Um…Your mum isn’t cool about you being in sports and stuff and I thought if she got to know what happened she might even forbid you from playing. So, I thought that I’ll bring you here instead.”

“Why am I feeling so weak and sleepy? It’s not usual?”

“I…uh needed some water so I thought to drink it from your bottle as I didn’t want to leave you alone. But You must not have noticed this, there was some sort of drug added to the water, and maybe that is why you felt so feeble. But I promise I did not do anything other than putting you to bed and Bryce couldn’t do anything either I um… I was there on time. You’re safe,” said Zach with reassurance in his tone.

You felt speechless, you were just replaying the whole scenario in your head, and it was horrible. Your face went pale, and you looked emotionless. You didn’t know what to say to him. Thousands of thoughts were running into your mind, but you couldn’t say anything. You’ve never felt this way before not even after your first encounter with Bryce.

“I called your mom and told her you had some doubts so you’re studying with me and Clay has been texting you repeatedly, you should probably text him back,” said Zach breaking the ominous silence in the room.

You looked at him and our vision was blurred with the tears forming in your eyes, noticing your tears Zach walked up to you and held both your hands to comfort you “Hey, it’s gonna be okay…” You cut him off and pushed his hands off you, “Don’t touch me!” you yelled at him and stood up to leave his place.

You turned towards him and shrieked “You expect me to thank you, Zach? When all of this is your fault, he tried to have sex with me even when you and I were dating.”

Zach looked surprised and you told him all about what Bryce tried to do earlier. Till Zach could comprehend all this you said, “You think I don’t know about your stupid dare of who gets to hook up with Y/N first?”

Zach was shocked as if you were not supposed to know anything about that dare.

“Yeah, Justin told me after you broke up with me and I wasn’t happy enough to be relieved that I was free from your trap. Seriously Zach? It was not expected from you and now you come to my rescue like a fucking hero. Who’d you think you are?”

“Y/N listen to me that was a stupid dare, and I did not date you because of a dare, I liked you, a lot. It was all when you came into the school, and you were a new girl and all.”

“You expect me to believe that after all that’s happened? And you know what I don’t even want to talk about it, I don’t want to talk about anything to anyone and you dare not mention this incident to anyone and I think you’ll do a great job at it as you’re good with dares and all” You raged at him and picked up your stuff and left.

You could hear Zach trying to say something, but you didn’t care enough, you didn’t care about anything or about anyone. You reached your home, locked yourself in your bedroom and curled up on the bed, and cried your eyes out. You felt awful and you never wanted to step into that shitty school and look at that asshole ever again.

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Summary: You're a busy doctor and one night coming back from your midnight duty call your car breaks down. There was no sign of anybody near and suddenly a hot stranger comes to the rescue and the night changes into something else. Warnings: Mentions of blood, rough making out Genre: Damon!AU, Damon x Reader, little angst Words Count: 1.3k approx

A/N: This is my first upload so please be generous with your comments and honest feedback is always welcomed. Hope you guys like it, Happy reading!!

It was nearly midnight, and you were returning from the hospital after treating an emergency case. Being a doctor came with all the challenges you can ever imagine; late night duty calls, irregular sleeping hours, and of course no time for yourself.

You found comfort as you looked up while driving your car at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity and the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Convertible cars had their perks.

The roads were empty as you were driving through the woods. Unexpectedly your car stopped. You tried everything you could but honestly, you were not good at this arena of cars, and to add to the struggles there was extraordinarily little light so couldn't see anything.

Your innumerable efforts bore no fruits and you decided to walk home and pick your car up in the morning with a mechanic. You picked up your phone to call 911 to inform them about your car and you suddenly heard a sound from the bushes. You thought to yourself that it must be an animal going around in the woods but to your surprise, a man appeared from the woods. Without giving it a thought, you instantly thought of asking for help from him although he was a stranger lurking in the woods at this time who could potentially be a serial killer. You asked him "Hey! could you please help me with my car, it doesn't seem to start. I have tried everything I know. Could you look at it?"

"Yeah, sure!" the man replied.

He tried to ignite the engine with the keys, and you said, "Tried that a

million times, but it won't start."

"Then let's look at the engine, sexy car by the way" the man commented and added, "Gotta say you have a fine taste in cars."

"Well, I have a fine taste in men too" you replied.

The man couldn't say anything but smirk. He approached the bonnet of the car to check the engine and meanwhile you thought to yourself that you just flirted with a man trying to help you. Well, you were not that type but it wasn't your fault that this man was undeniably hot.

He wore a pair of denim jeans and a black V-neck t-shirt which perfectly hugged his body flaunting his toned arms and revealing the best part of his chest.

"Do you have some cloth? I want to wipe off the dust from the engine."He asked.

"No, not really," you replied.

The man said "No problem" while taking his shirt off.

This man was trying to fix your car and kill you at the same time. You could not even handle him all clothed and now there he was standing in front of you shirtless fixing your car. All you were doing was helping him with light and staring at his flawless body.

You were lost in the maze of his insanely perfect abs and then the snaps which lead you to come to reality. He smirks and says, "If you're done checking me out, feel free to check

your car."

Your face turned red as you blushed hard.

"Let's get this baby working," said the man gesturing towards the driving seat.

You approached the driving seat and tried to start the car. Finally, someone's efforts worked, and your car was ready to go.

"Thank you so much, Mr. ...."

"Damon. Damon Salvatore." The man stretched his arm for a handshake.

"Dr. Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N," you said by shaking his hand.

Damon was walking away, and you called him "Damon! would you like a ride home?" He agreed and jumped in the passenger seat.

The ride was going silently until Damon shot a question at you, "What were you doing out at this bewitching hour of the night?"

"Well, I could ask you the same question, Mr. Salvatore."

"You can but then who would have helped you If I weren't there?"

You sighed and said "Fair enough. You see I am a doctor; it was a duty call. Now you tell me?"

"Nothing just wandering around"

You just noticed something and asked, "Did you just say bewitching hour>

Why would you say that?" "Well, you know vampires and all"

"I don't believe in all that stuff you see."

Damon did not say anything about that any further and changed the topic saying "You know, you should know how to take care of your car. Maintenance is important." You replied, "I know, but I am not good at this maintenance stuff. You know what we could do, you could give me your number so whenever my car needs maintenance, I'll call you."

Damon smiled and said, "you're good at this."

You looked at him innocently and asked, "At what?"

"Flirting, doctor."

"Well, I am good at some other stuff too" you stopped the car in front of his house. Damon stares deeply into your eyes and crashed his lips onto yours.

You readily allowed his tongue to enter your mouth and both of your tongues were fighting for dominance.

This is what not getting laid for a long time does to you. Leaves you with nothing but desperation.

You both started making out, his hands gripped onto your waist tightly holding you close, and your hands traced his perfect body.

You broke the kiss to regain your breath. You were panting as if you ran miles in one go.

"Can I bite you?" Damon whined asking for consent in desperation. You simply nod as kinky bites were always a green flag for you. As his teeth dig into your skin a mixture of pain and pleasure hit you eventually turning into pleasure.

You started moaning and as his teeth dug deeper you could feel his fangs, it did not take you long enough to realize that it wasn't any other sexual bite.

It was a vampire bite, and he was feeding from you. All these years you fought with all the people who were the 'believers'. Debating, arguing, all gone in vain. The night changed into something else.

You wail in pain "Damon stop, you're hurting me."

Damon didn't stop until you push him away with your arms. You were surprised at the sight in front of you. His face was covered with blue-black veins and his eyes looked dangerous. This was not the man you were trying to flirt with. Realizing that you were losing your consciousness Damon bites his wrist and feeds you

with his blood.

As he fed you his blood you gained consciousness, and the pain was going away eventually. The bite marks were slowly healing. All these years of your medical experience felt useless at this time.

As you recovered you started at Damon with teary and confused eyes trying to say something. But before you could say anything Damon stared deeply into your eyes, and you saw his pupils dilating. He said "You will not remember any of this. All you'll remember is that you dropped me off here and drove straight to your home." Damon shut his eyes to break the eye contact, as he shut his eyes a tear rolled down from his eye to his cheek. He felt bad for hurting you this way.

Damon kissed your forehead and said, "I am so sorry Y/N, you do not deserve this you're a good person." and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared. You drove your car back home, something felt different, but you had no idea about it.

PROLOGUE: Your father works in the military so changing school due to his transfers has been normal for you. You have changed three schools before and Liberty High would be your fourth but spending the last year of your schooling will not be as easy as you thought it would be.

This is the book's cover that I will be uploading. It is a fanfiction based on the series 13 reasons why. I hope you guys will enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (Part 1)

Chapter 9 (Part 2)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13 (part 1)

A/N: This is my first book so please be generous with your comments and honest feedback will be welcomed. This story will include some instances from seasons 3 and 4 too but if you haven't seen them it will not be a problem because the book mainly focuses on the main characters featured in season 1. I hope you all enjoy this little journey, Happy reading y'll.

P.S. The characters of the story belong to the 13 Reasons Why Franchise, I do not own the characters except the OC of this book. 

Word Limit: 0.7k

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Your father just got transferred to California and you somehow managed to convince your dad to let you complete your junior year in Washington DC where he was formerly posted. Being a child of a military parent was sure a struggle. This would be the fourth school in your lifetime of 17 years.

Changing schools sounds like exploring and a fun thing to do but it wasn't. It wasn't easy to say goodbye to your friends whom you thought you'll never leave your entire life. Yes, everyone promises to stay in touch but eventually we go far from them as soon as you realize.

It's no one's fault it's just how life is. You have to move on, meet new people, and trust them no matter how hard it is. If you don't move on, then you are held back by your past and it becomes difficult to grow in the future.

You were going to start your Senior Year and the Last Year of your high school at Liberty High, Crestmont, California; hoping that you'll get to complete the year in this school itself. Provided that it was your first day you were anxious and nervous though you were used to the first days. The school was not too far from your place, it would barely take 15 minutes to walk to reach there. But as it was your first day both your parents accompanied you to drop you off at school by car.

Embarrassing right? Well, they still you like a girl. Sometimes it's sweet but sometimes it gets awkward.

Both your parents got off the car, hugged you, and kissed you. "Have a great day honey" said your mom kissing your forehead. You waved at them saying "Thanks, Bye!" and proceeded towards the main entrance of the school.

It was a beautiful morning. The adrenaline rush of the first day was felt in the air. The blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze. The sun was shining bright, but not too bright to be irritating. It felt like a soft and warm kiss against your cheeks.

You were filled with enthusiasm and positive energy as it was the start of your last schooling year. You were the type of person who always believed in the silver lining and was always excited to meet new people.

You chose 6 subjects AP Literature, AP History, AP Biology, Political Science, Mathematics, and French. Your first class was AP Literature and the counselor who gave you your timetable guided you to your class.

The corridor of the school was lined by blue lockers on each side. It was empty as the period had already started and everyone was in their classrooms. The teacher showed you your locker and told you that your class was the first one from the right. You put your things in the locker and took the important things for the class and walked towards the class.

As you opened the door drawing all the attention, you asked for permission to get into the class. You noticed that they were already going to start the class.

"Ah... Miss Y/N Y/Ln, we were going to start without you." The teacher invited you in and introduced you to the class.

"So, Class this is Y/N Y/Ln, she'll be starting her Senior Year today in this school. Y/N why don't you tell us something about yourself?"

"Hello! I am Y/N Y/Ln, I just got admitted to the school and I am looking forward to having a great year with you guys,"You said and a guy sitting on the last bench giving out fuckboy vibes cut you off and said, "New girl!" and a couple of boys wearing varsity jackets whooped for no reason and one of them even whistled.

You smiled and replied, "Okay, so I guess I have a nickname already, thank you for being so welcoming."

The whole class including your teacher enjoyed a good laugh at this.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same, introducing and stuff. But from the first day, you learned that this year was not going to be as easy as you thought it would be. Because people at Liberty High are kinda difficult to understand.

Summary: Everything was going great, she had a boyfriend, won the match and she was back to school after spending a lovely weekend and relaxing. But will things remain the same when she has to spend an evening with Bryce Walker practicing?

Warnings: teenage drinking, Bryce being a d*ck, swearing, sexual assault. TRIGGER WARNING: I have put "..." before and after the scene so don't read it if you would be uncomfortable.

Genre: Angst, 13rw AU

Word Count: 1.6k

Previous

After that very Friday night, you were filled with new energy. You used to see classic rom-coms to fill the void over the weekend but last weekend you did not because you were already overwhelmed with the dopamine rushing through your veins.

The Monday blues were replaced by the butterflies in your stomach. Everything seemed easy and beautiful, and you had the feeling that nothing wrong can happen now. The boy, the tall black-haired boy with those intoxicating deep brown eyes who was nothing more than an acquaintance to you became your first high school boyfriend.

The day was delightful, and you were filled with confidence this time it was not caffeine it was all you, it was your performance at the game on Friday night and it was Zach leading you to feel that way. Unfortunately, Zach had to rush to his grandmother’s place on Sunday evening so he was not going to attend school today implying that you would not be able to flex about your boyfriend.

Though you had filled Jessica with all the information about the night in detail and she being the ‘share it all’ girlfriend told everything to Justin, and it is a proven fact that people talk. It was not like you wanted to date Zach secretly, but it was better to surprise people in the hallway than to have those suspicious jealous stares at you.

It was lunch and you were sitting in the outer area of the school cafeteria all alone and enjoying your ‘me time.’ But once you start dating, there is no real ‘me time’ to spend. A text from Zach disrupted your peaceful lunch.

“Hey babe, missing me?” said the text.

“Not really, I was actually spending my time with the love of my life, and you just interrupted in between” you texted back.

“What do you mean? With whom?” the text from him sounded so possessive and sweet at the same time.

“Food. It is the love of life and always will be” you replied.

“Oh, I thought… Sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and I will be coming to school tomorrow.” He texted back inserting a smiling and winking emoji.

“I’ll be waiting!” you texted back with a wink emoji.

Your texting was interrupted by a husky voice saying “Hey!” You looked up and found Clay standing in front of you. “Is this seat taken?” he asked gesturing towards an empty seat beside you. “Hey, nerdy! No, you can sit. I can use some company.” You replied.

“Seems like you played well, Congrats Y/N,” said Clay in the most cheerful tone.

“Thank you, Clay!”

“Cool hoodie Jensen. Gotta say I love your hoodies so much that I feel like stealing them.” You commented on his hoodie.

Clay chuckled and said “You can just borrow them if you want, I will not deny. I would not recommend stealing because you know my mum’s a lawyer so…”

“Oh my god, are you threatening to sue me or something, I just meant it as a joke Clay.”

You were having a great lunch. Having a conversation with Clay was always refreshing and good for your blood pressure. You and Clay whenever had a conversation ended up disagreeing on various things like your favorite characters, books vs. movies, etc. Clay always challenged your opinions but you being you had the sole aim of getting him on your side and winning the argument.

The arguments were not arguments it was a mixture of laughing, mean comments, critiques, and being awkward on Clay’s part.

The company of two increased to three as Justin joined you guys after some time when the lunch was about to be over. You were about to leave when Clay asked you a question, “Y/N, I am going to a movie this evening, wanna join?”

Before you could answer Justin interferes and says “Dude, what are you doing? You cannot ask her out she is dating Zach.”

“Justin, I think Clay didn’t mean it like that, did you Clay?” you reassured by looking at Clay.

Clay got all awkward and his face had a touch of regret, but he made sure you did not notice and said “No, I meant as friends to hang out you know. Zach huh?”

“Yeah Zach, no red flags about him, are there?”

“Nah he is a good guy.” Said, Clay.

“How come you did not know? I thought half of the school knew already.”

Clay grinned “Well I am the other half it seems. So, would you come to the movie? And I am asking as friends,” said Clay looking at Justin.

“Sorry Clay I really want to, but I got to practice in the evening and then I gotta study for history. Can we do a rain check on that? It will be fun watching a movie.”

“Yeah, yeah sure. Whenever you are free,” said Clay.

It was time for your practice, and you went into the girls’ locker room to change into your workout clothes. Today your Coach was not going to instruct as he was on a leave so, you and the team were on their own. Today was physical, including running 15-20 laps and working on your core muscles. It was a tedious task and to be honest you enjoyed playing more than working out but sometimes we have to do things which we don’t enjoy just for the betterment.

You got ready and put on your tights and a tank top and you went into the field and started stretching. There was no one there yet as you and Zach were the only punctual ones so you knew everyone else was going to be late or might even skip because it was physical after all and even the coach was not there to keep a check.

You were just starting to do your laps until Bryce showed up.

“Hey Y/N, looking good,” said Bryce.

“Hey! Thanks. Where do you think is everybody today? Skipping or just late?” you asked him.

“I don’t know, no one texted me.”

“I know about Zach but others, no idea. You know what forget it, let us start the laps.” You suggested.

You and Bryce started running around the field talking in between about random things. Well, it was mostly Bryce talking and you listening. You did not vibe well with Bryce to talk and stuff, but you tolerated him just for the sake of the team spirit.

“Why don’t we skip too? We can hang out in the clubhouse. I mean the coach is not here. It’s just us from baseball, no one’s checking.” Proposed Bryce.

“Umm I don’t know, I better get going to my place if we’re skipping too.”

“Oh, come on Y/N for once learn how to have fun.” Said Bryce teasing you.

“If you call smoking pot and drinking beer fun then no, thank you!” You replied ferociously.

“I was not talking about smoking pot, geez not with you. I know you do not like it. I was talking about just chilling in the clubhouse you know just talking and clicking pictures and stuff.”

Did Bryce care about what you liked or not? You thought to yourself but ignored it as you did not care. Upon his much more begging, you agreed to hang out with him in the clubhouse. You grabbed your blue varsity jacket as you didn’t want to be cold and proceeded towards the clubhouse.

The environment of the clubhouse was cozy, and the lights were dim. Bryce put up some music in the background on your request. Mostly it was lo-fi music. You both were talking and drinking, Bryce was drinking beer and you stuck to your simple old drink of soda.

You and Bryce were sitting on the couch beside each other, and your phone was kept beside you on the couch. You got a text on your phone and turned to check it.

As you were checking the text you felt Bryce’s hands on your shoulders pressing them.

... (trigger warning)

“You are so stressed.” Said Bryce.

“What the fuck Bryce?! Get your hands off me, you asshole” you said, getting up and going towards the door to leave.

As you were leaving Bryce grabbed your hand and pulled you closer saying “Hey wait up, we can have some fun.”

You pushed him away and said “No! Now I know how come no one showed up to the practice as all of them are your bitches and you must have told them not to come so that you can have some “fun” and Zach not being here just added to the advantage as he is the only one who doesn’t always do what you say.”

“Come on…” he insisted trying to pull you close again.

...

This time no was not going to work. You threw a punch at his face leading his nose to bleed. And you said “Hurts, doesn’t it? You should know I work out too. Oh no, you wouldn’t know that because you are too busy staring at my ass the whole time.”

The punch was enough to stop Bryce from doing anything else. You ran up to your home straight into your room and cried your eyes out. You were proud that you took care of yourself but still, you felt like it was your fault.

At that moment you just wanted someone to be with you and comfort you. You couldn’t even study for history and kept thinking how the evening would have been different if you went to the movie with Clay.

A/N: Damn she's brave isn't she? do you guys think that this incident will jeopardize her relationship with Zach? comment and tell me what you think, and of course wait for the next chapter to find out ^^

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