Is it working?
The hot chocolate?
Why did you and Hannah fight? I don't get it.
Of course you don't. You're a guy.
You guys were friends.
We weren't friends.
Friends tell the truth, friends don't turn on each other.
Hannah's a user and a liar.
You can't believe anything that she says. Not a thing.
I mean, what she said, on the tapes,
about us and Monet's,
she's the one who stopped coming, not me.
She's the one who ended our friendship, and she knew it.
She's a liar.
Was a liar.
Why would she lie?
Why do you think?
I don't know.
I don't understand any of this.
I mean, I know people talk.
Relationships start. They end.
I guess I always thought,
"How much does high school stuff really matter?"
But... I mean, it does.
But, you know, it...
We're only here for four years.
If you live that long.
Can I ask you something?
Zach and Marcus really wanted to give me a ride
just now at school.
So... that's never happened before.
They even invited me to hang at Bryce's.
Oh, my God.
Of course they did.
Any idea how I acquired these new friends?
They're not your friends.
Official word is he's not here.
Yeah, well, Coach is looking for him now, too.
He's fucking pissed that he missed the assembly.
He's in the pool house.
Stoned off his gourd, by the way.
He's been here all day?
Yeah, since last night.
What'd he do?
Who the fuck knows?
Fuck you, am I okay.
What are you, my bitch now?
Close the frickin' door.
Hey, Jessica's looking for you.
She looks bad.
Yeah, she has for a while.
You gonna talk to her?
And say what?
Tell her to get her shit together.
She's acting like a nut job, drawing attention to herself.
I ain't there.
You need a refill?
You're parked in a loading zone.
I'm not staying long.
That was the table, yeah?
Don't pretend you don't know.
You listened to the tapes. You had to.
Who else has?
I'm not here to tell you that.
Then why are you here?
Clay, you're the slowest yet.
What is taking you so long?
Of course it is.
It's tapes from a dead girl.
Doesn't this affect you at all?
More than I can tell you.
Why can't you tell me?
You remember seventh grade?
Those fucknuts stuck your head in the toilet and that shit?
And I told you that me and my brothers could fix it,
and you said,
"Sometimes, a guy's gotta get through things on his own."
This is one of those things.
I can't hear her voice...
without thinking of her.
Without seeing her.
Seems like maybe that was the idea.
It's all you, bro.
You are such a fucking asshole!
- Come on! - How could you do that to me?
- What did you tell him? - What did I tell who?
Mr. Porter! What did you tell him yesterday?
Why haven't you been at school?
I just needed a day off to chill.
They day after you talk to Porter, you suddenly need a day off?
You're not telling me something!
What would I not be telling you?
Clay has the tapes now.
I know. Don't worry about it.
He's not like the rest of us. He could say something.
He won't talk. We'll make sure of it.
You could lose your shot at a scholarship.
We'll deal with it, okay? Just...
How far is he, anyway?
He's not there yet, if that's what you mean.
If Hannah was lying...
why are you here?
Losing a good friend is never easy...
especially when you don't understand
why you lost them in the first place.
It's nothing. If anything, it's a compliment.
A compliment? I don't think so.
Well, you remember what we saw on her Facebook, the texts?
She had some unkind classmates.
She was bullied. This is bullying!
I'm not sure the court will see it the same way.
- With everything else-- - What else?
Some text messages?
Facebook posts? Online comments?