All through class Hannah observed Russell carefully. He was odviously not the slightest bit interested in the lecture and she could not blame him. She did attempt to pay some attention but about halfway through she was disgusted and simply stopped taking notes with her laptop. She spent several minutes trying to decide on how to approach him and inquire about her suspicions and idea after idea she rejected. Finally growing disgusted with herself she pulled out her cell phone.<br/><br/>Finding out his number had of course been very easy, using it was her problem. With a nibble of her bottom lip she texted him.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Hannah Baker here, sitting two rows behind you, bright pink halter top. Fuck Club...I want in.</strong></span>