Sally smirked, "I'll take that as a compliment." Sally felt proud of herself, she wasn't trying to be crafty or weasel out secrets from Harold, It just happened. And it just so happens that people knew that they could trust her.
Sally bit her lip when he heard his secret. "Well...thats about as many boys I've kissed." Sally flashed a small smile, knowing it wasn't the same thing. But now she knew that she had to tell her secret...part of it anyway.
"Ok, so, erm, I like someone." Sally just stopped at that point. Yes, she was nervous, but she couldn't help buy toy with Harold, knowing that he would get mad if he thought that was it. Laughing quietly, she finished her sentence. "I, uh, like...a boy." Sally pulled her knees up to her chest and dropped her head on them, resting like that to avoid letting Harold see what a brilliant shade of red she had turned.