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4|| Secrets, Sleepovers and Little White Lies

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Chapter 4: Secrets, Sleepovers and Little White Lies

Secrets are things that you tell everybody to tell nobody.

~Starlight24

"Ew," said Marie for the thirtieth time as Hailey slathered some weird gunk onto her arms. "Can you please save that for later? I think I might puke." Marie ran her fingers over her waxed arms protectively.

"Marie, stop being such a spoilt-sport. Besides, things aren't as bad as they seem from the face value! Plus, I've heard that this does wonders to your arms," Hailey wiggled her green fingers in front of Marie's face, which made her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

Deirdre looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Those two are the weirdest besties ever." I had to agree.

We'd spent around three hours at the mall, just lounging around the place and shopping (not to forget guzzling down cold coffee from Starbucks) and they just casually asked me to stay over, and so I did. I had gotten to know them better, and I realized (to my happiness or sadness, I honestly didn't know. Yes, I'm messed up like that; don't judge) that they weren't the cliché bunch.

Marie Spindle was an A-classified uppity bitch who held her nose up high and scorned everything and everyone including Deirdre, Hailey and I. Except she was nicer to her friends than other people, and when she wasn't obsessing over her looks or money, she was criticizing other people. I still admired her quiet confidence, though.

Hailey was a complete open book, with her wild nature and chattiness. She could be extremely deceptive, as her porcelain features masked her naughty streak, so she could manipulate people with her façade of bambi eyes and pouts in a matter of seconds (trust me, she made me spend fifty bucks on her clothes just by doing that). She wasn't as girly as Deirdre or Marie, but she wasn't a tomboy either. She and I bonded in that weird plane in the middle.

Deirdre was a confused mix of everything. She was sassy and confident, and she knew she was gorgeous, which really boosted her self-esteem. She had absolutely no time for self-pity and was so cut and dry that she could make someone cry. She didn't believe in sugar-coating her words, and if she was sugary sweet to you then you'd know she hated you. She was blunt but somehow completely lovable, and everyone tried to suck up to her.

"It's twelve o'clock," murmured Marie, her eyebrows done perfectly as she furrowed them. "If I don't sleep soon, I'm gonna get bigger bags under my eyes than my shopping bags!" Hailey grunted at this.

"One night, Marie! Just one single, little, itty-bitty night! Do it for me, won't you? If our friendship ever mattered to you, you'll stay up for me," Hailey pleaded. Whoa, talk about emotional blackmail goals.

Marie rolled her eyes, but didn't protest. Lay it all on me by Rudimental and Ed Sheeran was blaring through the portable speakers that Hailey had brought along. I decided to pipe along and started to sing. Two words: Bad idea.

"Let my love in, let my love in, Lay your heart on me," I sang. Pretty soon, I was screaming the lyrics out and dancing on Deirdre's bed. Nice way to make first impressions, right? "LAY IT ALL ON ME!" I was practically screaming when the song ended.

I flopped back onto the bed and noticed all of their eyes on me, wide with... admiration? I felt my natural blush creep up to my cheeks. Yikes. "You sing so well!" gushed Hailey, and even Marie nodded. That must have meant something. "Like, I was literally enthralled. I think you're one of the best I've met!"