A/N- Okay, this chapter is shorter than the last one, but it's pretty significant.
Chapter 3
August 23rd, 2007
The Lima Bean
Lima, Ohio
It had been one week since The Berry Thing. The clique was gathered at the Lima Bean, sitting at a small table in the corner.
"Hey, has anyone heard anything about Rachel?" Tina asked.
"I know that Artie's being shipped off to some reform school in Chicago," Mercedes said after swallowing a bite of doughnut.
"Good," Brittany declared. "Now he won't bother us anymore."
"I can't help but feel bad for him…" Mercedes said. "After all, he took the fall for us. And now he has to leave all his friends and everything." She reached for another doughnut.
Britt scoffed. "Honey, he had no friends! And besides, he didn't take the fall for us. He chose to. If he wanted to, he could've denied he did anything, but he didn't. It's just easier this way." She stared at the doughnut in Mercedes's hand. "Eww, you're having another? You're gonna gain so much weight if you keep eating like that." Mercedes slowly put the doughnut back on the plate.
"Britt, that wasn't nice," Tina said. "But anyways, Rachel's at the burn clinic that Finn Hudson's mom works at."
"The Beach Shack?" Santana asked, referring to it by its more common name, derived from its joint occupation as a plastic surgery facility. People started to call it that because everyone would go there before summer and get lipo so they would look good.
"Yeah, hey 'Cedes, maybe you could go visit her. Maybe Finn will be there!" Tina teased. They all knew Mercedes had had the biggest crush on Finn since 2nd grade.
"We should all go visit her," Santana said thoughtfully, taking a sip of coffee.
"I visited her on Tuesday." The declaration shocked everyone at the table.
""Wait what Britt? I'm not sure I heard right," Santana said.
"No, you did," said Brittany, drinking a low-fat latte. "I visited Berry. I figured it would make me seem more innocent."
"You didn't bother inviting us? Did you ever think that we want to seem innocent too?" Quinn was aggravated. Sometimes she didn't know why she was friends with Brittany. She was so manipulating and bossy and self-centered and-
"Hey, I got you guys something." Brittany reached into the Coach bag and pulled out five small jewelry bags. She looked inside each one and passed them out to each girl. They all opened it. Inside was a small bracelet bracelet, almost like a friendship bracelet but wider and neater. Their names were each knotted into theirs, and Britt had gotten one for each of them.
"I got these so we could remember. So we could remember the great times we had together, and the experiences we had, and the secrets we shared. This is to remind us that our secrets are just for us."
Quinn had never heard something so sincere come out of Brittany's mouth. Usually it was something snarky, or she would be criticizing someone (not the constructional kind), or a mean remark. Oh yeah, this was why she hung out with Britt.
"Ok, put your hands in the middle," Britt said. They piled their hands up, Quinn's on the bottom, 'Cede's on top of that, then Tina's, then Santana's and Brittany's on top. "Ok, repeat after me. I pledge to wear this bracelet and keep our secrets until the day I die."
"Until the day I die," the girls chorused.
And indeed, they would keep their secrets until the day they would die. They just didn't know that day would come so soon.
If you want to know what the bracelets look like, here's a link. Just take out the the space in between, or I have the link on my profile. Review!
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