To my sister, who subscribed to me before I even wrote anything. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Clique or its characters.
I'm the first to fall and the last to know,
"You can't leave Westchester," Cam stated, almost shouting to be heard over the roaring sound of planes taking off. His dark, wavy hair whipped around in every direction by the airport's harsh wind. One hand gripped one of Claire's designer suitcases, while the other held tight to her tiny, warm hand.
Where'd you go?
"How could I not?" Claire replied softly, choking back her tears and her regrets. "Acting is my true passion. I've wanted to be an actress since I was just a little girl." She gazed into Cam's green eye, needing him to understand that she wanted this. More than him. More than anything.
Now I'm heels over head,
"What about OCD? What about the Pretty Committee?" Cam questioned, salty tears streaking down his pale face. "What about us?" Claire froze, hating herself for breaking his heart. She knew she couldn't take off and expect him waiting for her when she got back; if Claire moved, Cam would move on.
I'm hanging upside down.
"I'm sorry, Cam," she muttered, unable to look him in the eyes. She squeezed his hand and let go of Cam and their relationship. Kissing her softly on the lips, Cam handed Claire her luggage.
Thinking how you left me for dead,
"Goodbye," he whispered, but Claire was already on her way to the private Geldings Studio jet. He wiped his tears, unable to handle Harris laughing at him for being a crybaby. Cam staggered toward the black mustang, the four chambers of his heart shattered.
California bound.