"You can trust me," She says.
Each of them seems hesitant and reluctant when she tells them one on one, they give a different answer.
"I don't know….I mean, it's really personal for me,"
"You'll laugh,"
"It's stupid, really,"
"I….I can't."
She pouts, with her sapphire coloured eyes twinkling, she knows the looks she's giving, makes her look like an innocent doll, "Come on," she reassures, "you can tell me, we're best friends."
"Well…..okay,"
"Just don't tell anyone, alright?"
"Fine, it's like this,"
"I just can't tell you, it's something I have to express on my own."
Her eyes widens in delight, when they individually whisper into her ear, on different occasions. She licks her lips and gives them a sympathetic nod as she listens. She's hanging onto every single word, and when they finish whispering, they pull away from her ear, all of them wearing the same expression on their face, relief and then for a split second, their faces flicker with worry.
"Don't worry," she loudly announces, "your secret is safe with me," She gives each of them her signature sweet smile, "I'm so glad you told me, I always felt you and I had the closest friendship."
She lies to each of their faces, but not one of them notices. They're all so preoccupied with their own things and thoughts.
"Thanks, Claire."
"Good, I knew I could trust you,"
"It's feels great to at least tell someone,"
"I…I always felt that we had the tightest and closest bond,"
And on each separate occasion, Claire simply smiles, "I won't tell a soul, cross my heart and hope to die." She grabs their arms and raises her eyebrows, "It's just like that saying, a secret will always be kept, if one person is dead,"
She notices how each of their faces drop, but all she does is smile and walks away.
Disclaimer: Lisi Harrison owns the Clique.
The very short prologue of the story, explaining how each girl tells their secrets to Claire, one on one.
Exciting, yes? (sarcasm).
I just forgot to add it, in the beginning. My bad.