With a long kiss goodbye, Bob drops me off at Paris' house. I did tell my mum that I'd be having a sleepover at her house, so it's only natural I'd come here. Vitali, the nice butler that's been working with the Jackson's for years now lets me in with no questions asked and buzzes Paris to tell her I've arrived.
Paris comes running down the stairs barefoot in shorts and a tank top, her hair tied firmly with a green scarf. She turns to Vitali and thanks him before zoning in on me. ''Thank God you're alive. I was worried sick because it's like 9:00pm and you said I should cover for you. Your mum called three hours ago but I blew her off and said you were asleep.'' Note to self: call mum. ''Girl, what have you been up to? Are you in any trouble?''
Time for the big reveal.
"I have a boyfriend."
She rolls her eyes. "No shit."
"Wait, you knew?"
Paris is not stupid, and I had my suspicions that she already knew what was going on.
