Y/n's P.O.V.

When Clay and I got to Monet's, we didn't say a word to each other until we sat down with our coffee in our hands. "I remember Hannah talking about want to go to New York after high school, those are hard schools to get into," Y/n chuckled softly as she recalled that memory. I remember that Hannah had also told me that she wanted to go to New York. But, Y/n was not like Hannah, she wanted to attend one of the local universities, she claimed that it was easier to get into and they didn't have such high standards.

"Hey, thanks again for coming with me, I don't know what I would do if you hadn't come with me," Y/n said as she took a sip of her coffee. "No problem, you're my friend, and I would do anything to help you feel better," I said giving her a small smile hoping to cheer her up a little. There was a brief silence between us that was only broken by the sounds of other people in Monet's. Y/n looked down at her phone, and I could see that she was looking through pictures of her and Hannah.

"Do you remember this photo?" she asked holding out her phone. I took it and I saw there was a picture of Y/n, Hannah, and I were spending time together at my house, and we were watching the newest Star Wars movie. "Hannah kept saying that she knew that Kylo Ren was going to be cute underneath that mask," Y/n giggled. I remembered that clearly, and the moment that Ren removed his mask, Hannah started screaming that she knew he was cute.

"We should probably start heading home, I know your mom is going to freak out if you aren't back home by sunset," Y/n said. She was right, Mom was really overprotective, and I knew that she would ground me for a while even if I was a minute late. "Yeah, you should get home too," I said as I quickly looked at the time, it was now 3:40, and school had just gotten out. So, this was the perfect time to get home.

Y/n and I say our goodbyes, and I rode my bike back to my house, when I got to the front door, I saw there was a package on the doorstep. I took the package inside, and carefully opened it with a small pair of scissors. It was a shoebox, and inside there were cassette tapes covered in bubble wrapping. It didn't say who the package was from, but I found it quite strange that someone would send me tapes. The only way I could play the tapes was by playing them on the small radio that my dad used whenever he was working on projects.

"Hey Dad, can I borrow your radio, you know the one that plays tapes?" I asked him. He was sitting in his room working on something on the computer, I had no idea what it was, but all that I knew was that it looked like there were a few graphs on there. "Sure, but Clay is everything okay?" Dad asked. Besides the fact that my friend is dead, yeah I'm fine. I wanted to say that, but instead, I bit back my tongue and told him that I was okay.

I went out into the garage and plugged the radio in and unfolded the bubble wrap. When I grabbed one of the tapes, I saw there was a number 1 painted on the tape. I slipped the tape into the small cassette player, and listened to it and got an unexpected surprise...

"Hey, it's Hannah, Hannah Baker,"