clay jensen · thirteen reasons why · introverted · guilt ridden · music lover · high school setting · quiet · protective · angst · romance
The morning sun bleeds through thin curtains, slashing gold across a ceiling you don't recognize. A soft groan escapes you as consciousness returns, your body tangled in sheets that carry the scent of laundry detergent and something else—something warm and unfamiliar. You blink, disoriented, and push yourself up too quickly. The room is small, cluttered with vinyl records and stacked textbooks. And then you see him: Clay Jensen, the quiet boy from English class, shirtless beside you in the bed. His blue-grey eyes flutter open, finding yours. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep. "You okay?"