13 Reasons Why Alternate Scenes

Clay was feeling so many emotions as he made the short walk to the steps towards Bryce Walker's mansion. He could feel the scorching rage running in his veins; he could hear Hannah's monotonous words describing the horrid act that the Walker teen committed against her.

The way I see it, there are two different kinds of death. If you're lucky, you live a long life...and one day your body stops working and it's over.But if you're not lucky, you die a little bit ...over and over...until you realize it's too late. And in that moment it felt...it felt like I was already dead.

Clay quickly shook his head free of his best friend's words as he rose his right hand to knock at the front door. He didn't have to wait long before Bryce answered it, looking as smug as ever with a hint of confusion on his face.

"Jensen," Bryce asked, seemingly clueless, "The fuck do you want?"

"Hey, Bryce, um...Listen, I was wondering...if... I mean, I was hoping you wouldn't mind..." Clay responded shakily. He cringes at the fact that he's stuttering, but he hopes that it's enough for Bryce to take the bait.

"Look, I know it's weird, but I was hoping to buy some weed. It's kind of an emergency."

"You want to buy some weed...from me?" Bryce asks incredulously.

"Yes, I do. If you wouldn't mind." Clay responds casually. Just take the bait asshole, Clay thinks.

"Why would I mind?" Bryce confirms almost gladly. Thank you. "Come on in."

Clay looks around as Bryce leads him to what looks like the dining area. The two classmates make a little small talk, or more accurately Bryce asking questions and Clay responding with short answers, when Clay asks his first question of the "visit".

You keep it on the coffee table?" Clay questions, a slight ounce of hope seeping into his voice, though it goes unnoticed by Bryce.

"My parents are in Ibiza. They won't be back for a week" Bryce replies casually and somewhat lazily.

Clay lets Bryce continue to question him about how much weed he wants, to which he gives very vague answers to, not really wanting to spend more time with the reincarnation of Satan himself he's sharing the room with anymore than he needs to.

When Bryce asks about pricing, Clay goes over to his bag and takes his time in opening it and turning on the tape recorder under the impression of finding his cash, which proves to be slightly difficult due to the minimal lighting in the room. After a couple minutes of struggle, Bryce just concedes and just made Clay promise to give him money at his next party.

Clay lets himself wander into what looks like the family room and makes his way towards the window facing towards the pool and the damned hot tub. His head is assaulted with visions of what happened to Hannah, based on her words, angering him more than he thought possible.

"I bet you have some great parties out here, huh?" Clay asks, swallowing his anger.

"Fucking legendary." Bryce casually remarked.

There was a few minutes of silence. Clay felt his anger become a little more difficult to push down as he turned and faces Bryce, who was fallowing him, his anger accidentally seeping into his voice in the form of mere irritation. "Hannah Baker told me about one of your parties."

This caught Bryce's attention. "Hannah Baker. Sucks what happened to her."

"Yeah."

"She was such a beautiful girl."

"Yeah, she was." Clay uncomfortably states. He trudges forward, he knows that he can't back down now. "You and Hannah...you had sex with her that night."