Thirteen Reasons Why

by Jay Asher

Because it was Hannah I was interested in. And the thought that she did that for other guys made me jealous.

They wanted to teach us the meaning of x in relation to pi, as opposed to helping us better understand ourselves and each other.

And concentrating on the spot where the two spindles should be is the closest I get to looking into Hannah’s eyes as she tells my story.

Tony doesn’t respond. He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.