13 Reasons Why

Not the one you think. Not yet.

What's the best part of high school?

The great friends you make?

The romance?

No.

We both know the best part of high school...

is summer break.

It's the great reset button.

And after everything that happened to me sophomore year...

I couldn't wait to start fresh...

to tear the rest of the pages from my journal and forget it all.

Except I didn't get very far.

At work, my usual partner in crime

was spending the summer with his grandparents.

His temporary replacement was nice enough, but entirely too normal.

And I couldn't escape my past.

No, we didn't make a switch. You did.

- And you didn't discuss it with me! - Listen, listen!

The way we do business is making good decisions...

I needed a change.

I needed to be someone new.

Have you ever felt like that?

I wasn't going to be invisible anymore.

I was going to start brand new.

I was going to cut away the past...

and leave it all behind.

I was going to work harder.

Be smarter.

And be stronger.

Because you can't change other people,

but you can change yourself.

No, so now she's trying to punish me by giving all of my stunts

to this 80-pound freshman.

Go ahead. You really think that she can lift Melanie Opstad's fat ass

into pyramid formation?

She's fucking fat!

Really, good luck!

Your coach is such a bitch.

She's actually cool as long as people show up to practice.

- Oh! - All right.

It's cheerleading, it's not saving lives.

Anyone down for a little pick-me-up?

Oh, shit.

Is this vodka?

Since when do you drink at school?

Since when do you ever turn down a drink?

Mm-hmm.

Come on, Zachariah.

There's no strawberry.

Uh, nah, I got a test in bio.

Don't be a bitch, Justy.

There you go.

Thattaboy.

- This tastes like shit. - It's smooth.

All right.

I gotta go copy my Spanish homework before the bell rings.

Adios, losers.

- See ya. - See ya.

Ready?

Hey, Jessica.

Jessica.

- I heard the tape about your party. - Seriously? Haven't you figured it out?

Those tapes are bullshit.

- I don't think they are. - Move on.

- Tell me why. - Move on.

No.

My God! Okay, fine. Come here.

Seriously, Clay?

Get over it.

It was you she was talking about, right?

Because if it was, I want to help, okay?

We need to do something about it. Tell someone.

That night did not happen the way Hannah said.

Then how did it happen?

I hooked up with my boyfriend.

- With Justin. - Yeah.

With Justin.

Hannah said you were completely out of it.

She said things happened.

If something happened, I'd remember it.

We were both pretty drunk,

so we basically just passed out after.

Justin told you that, or you remember?

I remember.

Okay?

So back off.

Man, Jensen, you just can't leave it alone, can you?

Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.

- Let's go. - Who was it, Justin?

Who did it?

- Did what? - Fuck him. Let's go.

Mind your own fucking business, you got it?

- Come on. I know. - What the fuck is his problem?

Mr. Baker.

Okay, uh...

what can I do for you?

You say the school had no idea my daughter was suicidal,

but you published a poem in that school paper

that says exactly what she was feeling.

Okay, hang on.

Um... This isn't a school-sanctioned publication.

This is one of the students' independent art projects.

It's distributed on campus.

Teachers were discussing this poem in class

when they should have been getting help for the kid that wrote it.

Okay, to be fair, this was published anonymously.

Did anyone try to find out who wrote it?

Or ask whoever it is that put it in there?

Mr. Baker,

this doesn't seem to be talking about suicide.

Are you serious?

She talks about drowning with stones tied to her feet.

She talks about being lost for good.

Mr. Baker...

a lot of teens talk about being lost.

Well, God help them if they come to you.

Mr. Baker.

Good morning, everyone.

I have your results from yesterday's personality questionnaire.

So let's see what we've got, shall we?

- Excuse me, Mrs. Bradley? - Yes, Clay.

Um, about what I said yesterday, about Hannah writing that note.

Well, I...

I wasn't trying to say it was your fault,

and I wanted to apologize for being rude.

Well, that's very...

'Cause people need to take responsibility for their actions...

and face the consequences, one way or another.

Okay. Thank you, Clay.

Uh, so, let's get to the rest of these results.

Hey, Helmet.

Sorry I'm late, on gum-scraping day of all days.

Hope you saved some good ones.

You snooze, you lose.

What?

What are you staring at?

Ah, nothing. Nah, sorry.

I saved you a particularly gnarly piece with some hair in it.

Here I thought I was a flowers and chocolates kind of girl.

So, uh, are you going to that party tonight

at Jessica Davis's house?

Since when do you go to parties?

Well, since Jeff told me I had to come.

He's assured me it will be the highlight of my high school career.

Why can't people swallow their gum, like when we were kids?

- I never swallowed my gum. - Of course you didn't.

The rest of us.

You know, the party could be the highlight of your high school career.

Yeah, I doubt it.

Nope, it's part of my fresh start.

No more parties, no more slacking off.

That's crazy. Because this is the year I'm gonna start slacking off.

You gonna start riding your bike sans helmet?

I am.

Gonna turn in a project late?

Uh...

Maybe.

No, I'm not gonna do that.

But I might half-ass a paper now and again.

Whoa. Careful there.

You should come.

It might be cool to actually hang out

when we're not both covered in chewing gum.

Don't be an enabler.

I made a deal with myself.

I'll watch out for you.

One beer, max.

Home by midnight, even if I have to pedal you home on my bike.

I don't think so.

Part of me knew I shouldn't go to Jessica's house that night.

But another part of me couldn't help but wonder what...

or who...

I might be missing out on.

They're not gonna shut our power off because of one late payment.

I don't like it. We have to find another way to save.

Well, maybe we can get Hannah to pitch in...

Hey, Mom.

Hey.

I almost didn't recognize you.

Reminds me when you were little, with those floppy pigtails.

Okay, so I'm gonna heat up some leftovers.

I'm not really hungry.

No?

Actually, there's this back to school party

at Jessica Davis's house tonight.

But I don't have to go if you don't want me to.

It's Saturday night. Go have fun.

I do have homework I need to get done by Monday.

And I was gonna try and get ahead on the syllabus.

Oh, Hannah, go, don't go.

I don't know. It's up to you.

I really think staying open later will help us stay competitive.

It's not going to help at all. We're not a Walplex.

We can't stay open...

So here I am, the brand-new me...

living the same old life.

Yo, Clay.

What's up?

How you doing today?

What do you want, Marcus?