Secrets
"Wanna leave?" Whispered Caylee and she slightly moved towards the door. I grabbed her frail, spray tanned arm and pulled her back to where I was standing. "Do you want us to have a bad rep? We're easing our way to the top on the G list every time we come to one of these. It's going to stay that way until we're at the top." I kind of glared at her. "Well, I dunno if I want to be at the top if it means being forced to endure these lame parties." She lapped her feet over each other and looked at the ground as she spoke. I wasn't in the mood to deal with her bullshit today. I glanced around the room, dying to find something to entertain my fried brain. Caylee punched my shoulder, "Bekah, LOOK!!" I turned my head quickly but everything seemed to be going in slow motion. 
All I could do was squeal.  

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