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𝐌 𝐀 𝐃 𝐍 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 𝚂𝙲
𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗘 𝗜 ────── ❪ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘛𝘈𝘗𝘌𝘚! ❫
𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢, 𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤 𝖠 ─── ❪ 📼🎧! ❫
𝖲𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖮𝖭 𝖮𝖭𝖤, 𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘
𝟢𝟨. ╱ ✷ ❝ i didn't 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 of
the 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 it would 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 ❞
"𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙑𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝘿 𝙊𝙁 the butterfly effect, right? That if a butterfly flaps its wings at just the right time in just the right place..it can cause a hurricane thousands of miles away. It's chaos theory. But, see, chaos theory isn't exactly about chaos. It's about how a tiny change in a big system can affect everything. Chaos theory. Sounds dramatic, but it's not. Ask a mathematician. Or better yet, ask someone who's been in a hurricane."
"Wanna help?" Marcus walked up to Clay, who was staring at a few posters posted around the courtyard.
"Do I want help?" A confused Clay questioned.
"Do you want help? Put up posters." Marcus showed the Jensen boy the posters in his hand.
"No. No thanks, Marcus."
"Come on, school spirit." Marcus pulls him away, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, "Alright? Making a contribution. Giving back."
"Giving back to who exactly? Why are they playing in the courtyard?" Clay sees the band warming up.
"Uh, yeah. They asked student council." Marcs tells him, "Thought it was a great idea. Got a convert tonight. We got some glum chums."
Alex walked past the two boys.
"Alex Standall. You caused the hurricane. It's your turn."
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"𝙁𝙈𝙇 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍."
"FML forever."
"FML forever."
"FML forever." Riley walked past the table to give a couple their coffee, walking back towards the three teens, "I think I should just quit my day job and become a stripper.
"You'd be the hottest stripper, sweetness." Jessica playfully winked at the blonde, who blew her a kiss.
"Little did I know you would 'F' my "L" forever. Little did I know you would be my hurricane. Maybe you think I'm being silly. I'm just some stupid girl who gets all worked up over a little thing. But little things matter."
"For instance, you never told me when you started dating Jessica. But I remember just how it ended. With your list."
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"𝗜𝗦 "𝗚𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗬" really a song?" Clay asked, walking over to Alex.
"Yeah. Google, "hurricane suicide songs"."
"I'll take your word for it." Clay sat down next to the bleach blonde boy, "Alex. Can we, um..talk about this?" He shows the walkman.
"What is there to talk about?" Alex questioned.
"Is Hannah telling the truth?"
"Did you do what she said you did?" Asked Clay.
"Did you?"
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"𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓, 𝙒𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙉'𝙏 talked since you two got together. And it seemed like maybe you might not be together anymore. Is that why you did it, Alex? Maybe you say it's nothing, Alex. It's just words. Maybe, Alex, you were just being a dick."
"Go back to class, Clay." Alex tells the Jensen boy.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm cleaning up. What? They think these are gonna save someone's life? "Suicide's not an option."?" He holds the poster he had ripped off up for Clay to see, "Yeah, you know what? Why don't they just put up a poster that says, "Don't be a fucking dick to people."? Why don't they put up that poster?"
"Yeah, that would be cool with me." Clay agreed, "I try not to be a dick."
"Yeah, we all try."
"What the hell are the two of you doing?" Riley asked, coming out of the bathroom.
"So, did you do it? What Hannah says you did to her and Jessica."
"What do you think?"
"What are you doing?" Tyler Down, the school photographer, walks down the stairs.
"I'm recruiting Clay and Riley for the Illuminati. You want to join?" Alex asked him.
"Alex, you should not joke about the Illuminati, first of all. Trust me." Tyler says, "What are you guys, and lady, talking about?"
"Homework. We've got a project." Clay tells him.
"Yeah, right. The old project trope." Says Tyler, "The only class the two of you have together is gym, and Riley only has one class with each of you, and it's not the same class."
"It's creepy that you know that. Just go away." Alex said to him.
"What I think...is that you wouldn't do something like that." CLay spoke once Tyler was gone, "I thought you loved Jessica."
"I did. I mean..maybe I even still do, but-,"
"That would mean-,"
"We can't talk about this." Riley mumbles as she notices Porter walking towards the three of them.
"Guys, where are you supposed to be?" Porter questions the three of them.
"That's a heavy question." Alex says, "That's, like, existential."
"Alex, why don't you come with me." Porter waved him over, "I've been wanting to talk to you."
"Okay."
"Clay, Riley, you can come along too."
"No thanks." Riley flashes him a sarcastic smile, "I have an English class to get back too."
Alex bites back a laugh as Riley stuck both her middle fingers up into the air as she walked behind Porter, knowing the counselor couldn't see her.
"I'm sorry about her." Clay tells the school counselor, "She's not very....talkative to adults lately."
Port shrugged, "She lost a very important person. It's totally understandable."
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"𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓, 𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 think I'm being silly, like I get my titties in a twist over the tiniest things...but you didn't walk that hall. You didn't feel those eyes on you. You've never heard those whispers. Don't you remember the whispers, Riley? Oh, wait."
"You had people looking out for you. People that wouldn't let you get talked about. Must've been nice, huh?"
"Jeff is gonna be pissed?" Zach laid the paper down on the desk in front of Riley, causing the blonde to look down with a yawn, seeing her name scribbled under "best tits" in scratchy handwriting. "I really hate to be the guy that wrote your name down."
"Hmm, and if Jeff doesn't get to him first, we both know Justin, Scott and Monty will." Riley says as she hands the paper back to the boy, who walked over to Angie Romero, who got voted "best lips".
"Angie Romero, best lips." The girl smiled, "You know it, baby!"
"Oh, my Gosh, Hannah Baker?"
"Morning." Hannah mumbled to the blonde as she sat down next to her.
Riley let out a yawn, Oh, morning."
"Couldn't sleep?" Hannah asked with a chuckle.
"You don't even know the hell of it." Riley sighed, "AP History has been kicking my ass, along with Biology. Thank God, Zach's notes help a hell of a lot."
"Good morning, everybody." Mrs. Bradley walked down the middle of the classroom, "I trust you all did the reading last night, so today we are going to jump into...social learning theory. So, the theory is that people learn by observing the behavior of those around them. Can anybody give me an example of this? Anyone? Clay?"
"Uh...," Clay glanced over to his cousin who mouthed the word "slang" to him, "Yeah, an example would be like slang."
"Mm-hmm."
"If somebody starts saying some words, eventually everybody's saying it." Clay explains.
"Very good." Mrs. Bradley says, "So, one person's opinion or bias can influence the rest of the group. This theory can be applied to criminal behavior. If a young person's friends or family participate in deviant acts, that young person is far more likely to do the same."
Riley watched as Hannah unfolded the piece of paper that was passed to her from Sheri, knowing exactly what was written on it.
"At first I thought, what a stupid list. Jessica is so much prettier than me. I didn't think of the chaos it would cause."
"If one person in a social group begins to volunteer for a charity, they can influence their friends to do the same. Hannah, I need your seat in a chair." Mrs. Bradley says as the brunette gets up to throw the paper in the trash.
"Hey." Riley spoke us as people laughed, causing most of them to look in her direction, "Laugh again, and I will personally make the rest of your high school experience a living fucking hell. And I mean it."
"But it was just a joke. Right, Alex? You think I'm taking it all way too seriously. But here's the thing - you've never been a girl. Riley, thank you for sticking up for me."
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"𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿." 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙔 sat in the school library with his cousin's best friend, Jeff Atkins, "We just need to work on structure, and you use the word "unique" like seven times. If one this is unique, the other six things should probably be, um....something else."
"If something's unique, it means it's different, right? I'm saying this type of literature is different from other kinds of literature. I mean, it is. Isn't it, Jensen?" Jeff looks over to see that Clay was staring over at Angie, who was using her phone's camera to apply red lipstick to her lips, "Ah. You saw the list."
"She does have...,"
"Unique lips. Yeah. You should get her number." Jeff tells him.
"Don't want her number, I'm just...,"
"Thinking about kissing her." Jeff cuts him off.
"I am not."
"Congrats, Angie!" Jeff called out to the girl, causing heads to turn in the quiet library. "Looking good."
"Thank you, Jeffery." Angie gave him a flirty wave.
"Shh! Library!" Skye Miller whispers over to the two boys, "Looking good, Clay."
"Hey, Skye. Sorry." Clay whispers back.
"Oh, man." Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose, "Don't tell me you've got a thing for Twilight."
"I don't. I mean....No, we just used to be friends." Clay explained to him.
"Huh. Cool." Jeff looks back at her, "She's a pretty girl. I mean...I don't know why she dresses like that. But at least she's unique."
"I swear to the fucking great Gods above!" Riley stormed into the Library, throwing herself into the chair next to her best friend, crossing her arms over her chest with a killer glare on her face, "If one more horny teenage boy walks up to me and either gropes me, or asks to take a picture of my "tits" one more fucking time because of that stupid ass list, I'll be arrested for illegal use of culinary silverware when I use a fucking spork to gouge their eyeballs out of the sockets."
"Let me hear or see it." Jeff clenched his fist tightly, "It's not gonna be pretty when I find the douche-bag that put your name on that fucking list in the first place."
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"𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 join?" Clay walked to the circle table that Hannah sat at outside.
"No geometry homework?" Hannah asked as he sat down.
"No, I did it last night. My mom's prepping this trial, so she makes us do our homework together. It's highly annoying, and Riley hates it 'cause mom is constantly asking if she's alright, but I do admit it's cool to have homework done before the period before." Clay explained to her.
"High school is bullshit."
"Yeah, I don't disagree." Says Clay, "But..any specifics?"
"I wish there was a button to fast-forward you through all the shitty parts in life straight to the good parts." Hannah tells him.
"And where are the good parts?" Asked Clay.
"Collage. In New York."
"Why New York?" He asked.
"The minute I get there, I can be someone else. Who I want to be."
"But who you are now is okay." Clay tells her.
"Okay? High praise. Thank you."
"I mean, is awesome. You're...I mean, you made the hot list."
"Seriously, Clay?" Hannah asked him.
"What? They said you have the best...that's out of a lot of good candidates. Not that I've surveyed, I'm just saying." Clay spoke.
"What if girls made a list and you got...worst biceps?" Hannah asked him.
"Girls would probably never do that list."
Hannah nodded, "Precisely."
"And my biceps are at least better than Alex's. That kid hasn't lifted so much as a carton of milk in years, I think."
"Once again, you and the point are complete strangers." Hannah looks away from him.
"Hey!" A voice booms across the courtyard, causing the two to turn towards where the sun was shining, finding Jeff shoving two Freshman boys away from Riley with Justin, Monty and another boy they couldn't see the face off, standing in front of Riley protectively, "The next person that cmes up and gropes Riley, there will be hell to pay!"