"You can't help anyway mom." Clay said before shutting the door. He had just made out with Sherri, turns out she was on the tapes. Always the fucking tapes. He sighed shakily and sat down on his bed. He grabbed his phone and began to text you, asking you to come over. 10 MINUTES LATER You knocked on his window. He opened it and let you in. "Clay.. what's wrong?" You asked as he sat on his bed. He shook his head and stared at the floor. "Clay.." you asked again, growing more concerned. You put a hand on his cheek and lifted his face up, forcing him to look at you. He looked at you, his eyes teary. He then sobbed into your chest, his arms around you. "I'm a fucking idiot." He sobbed. "I-I kissed Sherri.. turns out.. she's on the tapes." His voice was muffled against your chest. "Fuck the tapes.." he muttered.