Hannah had communications class, while you sat in history. You could only imagine if she was surrounded by what you were looking at right now.
Every person at every table had their phones buzzing, making them pull it out and gaze over the exploitative image that'd been sent. You'd gotten it, too.
A picture of Hannah's seemingly bare legs, coming down a slide. Sender: Justin Foley. Fucking surprise, that guy is totally the person to pull that shit.
You'd liked Hannah since she got here, which wasn't very long, (but it wasn't very long for a guy to already be sending out pictures of her either), so you felt disheartened to see that she'd obviously gone out with Justin at some point. Which also meant that she probably wasn't going to accept a date from a girl. Either way, your liking towards her made you even more pissed off that someone had already tried to make her a target, and attempt to fuck over her high school career.
Bell ringing, you were pulled out of your thoughts and was basically carried out of the classroom by the less dazed classmates of yours. Stopping at your locker, you fumbled around with your books and bag for a bit, looking around you all the while to try and find Hannah. This was your chance to get close to her, you could be the one who was nice to her, in an otherwise judgmental environment. Hannah came walking down the hallway ahead of all the other pupils that were spilling out of her class, eyes wet with threatening tears, making a b-line to the bathroom. You watched her go - finally turning around to follow her in.
"Hannah? Hannah Baker?"
"What do you want?"
"To see if you're okay - I saw the... y'know... anyway, I just wanted to know if you wanted to talk?"
It was quiet for a bit until she cracked the stall door open, a loud whine coming from the hinges. Hannah stood before you, wiping her eyes with one hand and hiding some of her face with the other. She was breathtaking, even with her eyes glimmering with tears and cheeks shining with dampness. Nodding in answer to your question, she took a few timid steps towards you, into the open.
Bringing your hand to rub her back, this beckoned more sobs racking her body.
"I can't believe this happened, how long have I been here? God..."
"If it means anything to you, I still think you're credible," you joked, trying to make your crush laugh, even a little.
"Thanks, Christ, I don't even know your name,"
"Y/n,"
"Well, thanks, y/n; you're too nice, nicer than the people that I actually know who they are..."
"Well, hey, you're a person who deserves kindness." Quietness fell again, your hand still smoothing down her back. Her eyes were starting to dry, and her hands had been brought down to grip the rim of the sinks.
"Is Justin normally that much of an ass?"
"Yes! My god, why did no one warn you?" After laughing and shaking her head in response, you mentioned with a nudge of her shoulder: "you could do a lot better,"
She turned and looked up at you with a wide, doe look about her eyes. Her irises flicked up and down the length of your body, scanning your face.
"Yeah... I think I could - do a lot, lot better..." if you didn't have this raging crush on her, this amount of intense eye contact and panting sentences would be weird. But since you do have a raging crush on her, well, this was right up your street.
Hannah took the initiative, saving your bewildered self from having to move. Cupping your face in her hands, she pulled your face to hers and left a light kiss on your lips, just to test the waters.
"Ever done this before?"
"Never."
The moment was overwhelmingly desperate and loving, but the kiss was long and sweet and gentle. A ring of the bell indicated that you had peace from any intruders. You stopped and started again whenever you needed air, but didn't let up fully stopping until you were well out of breath, and you had Hannah pressed against the chipped white wall of the girl's bathroom.
"Sure you've never done that before, Baker?"
"One hundred percent sure."
"I'll never do what Justin did,"
"I trust that."
"I'm so sorry that he's already ruined this place for you, it normally takes a couple of months,"
"I'm not sorry, everything happens for a reason - and you're the reason."
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My First Hannah Imagine!!
WOO HOO!!!!!!
