Hannah's POV
We were playing a game called suck and blow, it doesn't seem that fun though so I went to the hot tub.
"Hannah, where are you going?" Zach asked, he's been following me around everywhere.
"Zach, I'm just going to the hot tub." I told him, irritated by his concern.
"I'll come with you." He volunteered. I rolled my eyes.
"Zach, you've been following me around everywhere." I complained.
"Hannah, this is for your own safety, you know how Bryce gets when he's alone with someone." He whispered the last part.
"Zach, I'm going to be alright, trust me." I looked at him with pleading eyes.
He nodded, going back to Suck and Blow.
I took off my shirt and jeans and went into the hot tub as I looked at the glimmering stars.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" A voice shocked me from behind. It was Clay.
I nodded, still looking up.
I turned around, seeing Clay staring at me, "Why are you staring at me?" I asked, confused.
"You're beautiful," He whispered, "Zach doesn't deserve you."
"What?" I asked, what does he mean?
"Hannah, why won't you just be with me?" He said gently. I raised my eyebrows and snuck a sideward glance at Zach, he was looking at me.
"I-I..." I said, not really knowing what to say.
"Hannah, why don't you see what's right in front of your eyes." He whispered.
I just stood there, speechless, what am I supposed to say?
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Like It Never Happened
FanfictionWhat if Hannah Baker didn't die but had the chance to restart everything? That chance is called memory loss.