Claire pressed her finger against the first page of the sick novel laid out on her bed. Taking a deep breath, her wide blue eyes took in the title: Claire's Little Secrets. Psh, she named the chapters? That was pathetic. About to open her mouth, the blonde continued to read until her thought process turned to mush. This couldn't be read to her friends! This was-this was private! How had Kristen obtained such information!

Chapter One: Claire's Little Secrets

Before I begin, I'd like to explain a thing or two about this chapter and how I ended up with such secrets. You see, Claire was once my best friend- she confided in me things no one else knows, we had our own special inside jokes and weekend sleepovers. This was when we were going into sixth grade. Once we hit middle school and became friends with Alicia and Dylan, she changed. She sought after the power to rule the school and never once thought of our once-special friendship. Now, I couldn't forget something that meant so much to me.

I tried to fix things, patch them up if you will. I called her up, we talked, I admitted to missing her. She invited me over to her house and we ended up giving each other makeovers and watching our old favorite movies. I borrowed her pajamas and stayed the night. I had to leave the next day extremely early because, as Claire told me, "she had something to do with her parents." While I was calling my mother, I noticed her phone open on her bed, plans with Dylan being made- she'd come over as soon as I left and then they'd go to Alicia's to swim and head off to Cam Fisher's party with Massie after they pre-gamed a bit. The best part? I was invited to Cam's- as usual- but they didn't even bother to include me in their festivities beforehand.

So... I stole Claire's diary.

All you're about to read is word-for-word from the pages of Claire Stacey Lyons' private journal. I'm not making any of this crap up. Only a stupid person would complain about the things written in here; something you all know I am not and Claire is.

Kisses, Kristen

May 15, 2009

Okay, so remember when I told you that I liked Kemp? Yeah? Well, I went to his house to hang out with him like he said we would- but really I had thought we wouldn't necessarily 'hang out' much- and his mother let me in. Step-mother. Whatever. He forgot I was coming over, obviously. She told me to go right upstairs, Kemp was in his room. All right. I did that. I just wasn't expecting his door to be wide open (do his parents never walk upstairs or what?) and his stepsister, Olivia, to be on her knees... doing things a stepsister and stepbrother really shouldn't be doing...

You know. I left after that.

Olivia's a bitch. I hate her. This marks the day I refuse to do anything with that stepbrother-fucking slut.

"Are you planning on silently reading it or what?" Derrick asked, flipping his hair out of his eyes. "Come on, Lyons, use that pretty little mouth of yours."

Claire's throat went dry. She noticed Massie send her a spine-tingling glare before the brunette shoved her face against Cam's chest- when did they switch places? She watched Derrick glance casually at Massie's actions, his eyes darkening as he and Cam made eye-contact.

"This can't be shared," Claire said firmly. "I'll choose what should be read aloud and what shouldn't-"

Kemp grabbed the papers from her hands and before she could even "Kemp!" him, he was already reading the diary entry out loud. He didn't even seem to be bothered by the note Kristen left above. His voice didn't even seem to waver when he mentioned the fact that Olivia had been giving him a blowjob. He seemed completely unfazed.

An outburst followed once Kemp stopped speaking.

"You got with Olivia?"

"She's hot, man-"

"-is she the one you're fucking all the time-"

"AHAHAHA CLAIRE YOU LIKED KEMP-"

"-no wonder you never went out with me-"

"-that's why we stopped hanging out with her? Grow up-"

"-that's enough," Claire hissed. "We are done discussing this. Give me that, Kemp, I'm choosing what we'll read and what we won't."

Kemp let it fall from his hand. "Listen, Claire," he whispered in her ear, "I know you think you're hot shit and all, but I'm not going to let what you did to my sister slide." He settled himself comfortably next to her, fluffing her prized pillows with his hand. "Olivia and I might have a more... intimate relationship than normal siblings, but she's still my sister. She was devastated when you started completely ignoring her. And to think you got everyone to do the same just because you liked me and I was with her. That's extremely insecure, Clairebear."

Claire huffed. "Now that is none of your business. I could've easily just gotten bored of your little plaything. How do you know if the things you did with Olivia made me give up on her? There are no other diary entries before this point."

Kemp grinned. "I know things you'd love to know, Lyons," he breathed, creating goosebumps on Claire's skin. "I've got my own way of getting all the info you desperately crave."

"How-"

"Doesn't matter." Kemp dismissed her. "I'm going to sit here and we're going to read the rest of your chapter, darling, no matter how embarrassing." He clapped his hands. "Let's get a move on."

"Ew, I cannot believe you slept with Danny Robbins," Alicia shrieked. "He's just..."

"...gay," Plovert interrupted. "Never could change in the locker room when he was around. Always creeping on everything with a dick."

Derrick chuckled. "He had an extra special spot in his heart for you, Chris."

Plovert's cheeks reddened. "Please let's just forget it."

"And that Nathan kid!" Dylan bellowed. "Your brother's best friend. What were you thinking?"

"My kingdom was falling right through my fingers." Claire shrugged. "You have to do what you have to do."

Massie yawned. "You guys, can we start the next chapter tomorrow? I'm tired."

Claire smirked. The title before her plainly read Massie, as if Kristen couldn't come up with something better than that. Claire could. Freak sounded even better than the brunette's name. It wasn't as if Claire was intimidated by the girl, she was ten times prettier than Massie could ever imagine- or so she liked to think; Alicia and Massie were called the Twenty, due to the guys all calling them both tens- and had twice the attitude. She was just an odd kid and Claire was dying to know why.

"Why?" she asked, voice silky smooth. "Have anything to hide?" She pointed to her name.

Massie shook her head. "Just tired."

"Yeah." Cam smiled, shouldering her playfully. "We all know Massie's got some kinks. I'd rather have her cheat on me with my friends instead of random strangers."

Claire's mouth fell open, but everyone else looked at ease. Was she the only one who didn't know this? She'd clearly thought Alicia was the one who jumped from boyfriend's friend to boyfriend's friend! But then again... Alicia hadn't dated since Todd...

"Well." Claire sighed. "I suppose we could take a break. It's only eight though," she said. "What do you suppose we could do?"

"Eat."

"Watch a movie."

Once it was decided that they would all eat and watch a movie in Claire's large living room, Cam and Kemp raced out of the room to acquire certain snacks. Plovert and Josh followed at a slower pace, both checking their phones and whispering to each other. Derrick helped Massie up off the ground, allowing her to link their fingers together and they followed as well.

Claire pulled Alicia and Dylan behind, watching her other girlfriend walk out of her room. "Details, please."

Dylan frowned, twisting her red hair around her finger. "On what?"

"Massie's basically a slut," Alicia replied, talking almost fondly of her best friend. "But she's not a usual one. She loves Cam, she really does, but she's more of a two or three guy at a time kind of girl. She knows secrets about him and he knows things about her that she wouldn't share with anyone- but are obviously in that book of Kristen's- and breaking up with him would really hurt her. They have this agreement of sorts that allows her to mess around with Kemp, Josh, Chris and Derrick while they're together because Cam goes behind her back as well."

"Mmhm," Dylan said. "I found out at my last birthday party when I walked in on her and Josh. You know."

Claire blinked stupidly. "What...?"

Alicia sighed impatiently, tapping her foot. "She does what you do but only with the five guys we hang out with. Remember when we recycled guys in middle school? She basically does that when she gets bored, although she does have a special spot for Derrick..."

"And Josh," added Dylan.

"Who wouldn't?" Alicia giggled. "He's hot." She shook her head. "Mostly Derrick, though. She toned down on all of the guys, unless she's that bored. She mostly stays away from Kemp since he's got Olivia and doesn't like to cheat on her- he told her that he'd only hook up- and Plovert's normally with Skye Hamilton so no one wants to cross her path."

"I guess that explains the looks she shot me when Derrick talked to me earlier," Claire mused. "And the way they've been eying each other..."

Alicia smiled. "She's very protective of her Derrick," she said, bouncing out of the room. Dylan followed quickly, hair now in a braid, leaving Claire alone in her blue bedroom.

Claire had left all of their secrets on her bed as the rest of her friends fought over what movie to watch and who was hogging most of the couch. In the downstairs living room, Claire reigned supreme, sitting directly in the middle of her second couch, Alicia and Dylan next to her. The boys were littered on the ground, pigging out on a bowl of chips; Massie sat on Derrick's lap, his arms wrapped securely around her waist while Cam leaned his head against her shoulder.

While they were all having a good time downstairs, upstairs, however, someone was inching from the tree stationed next to Claire's window and easily opening it to entire her bedroom. They grabbed the book, deadly smirk in place, and slipped right back into the night.

"Jackpot," they whispered.

school starts tomorrow. won't update as much. the ending wrote itself. review, if you want.