You are in love by Taylor Swift.

He is in love. You can here it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love. True love.

(a/n. This chapter is an extra as a thank you for 21k reads. I also just realised that I mentioned in this chapter Jameson's birthday is 29/01/2003 so technically outside the story it's his birthday. Everyone wish Jameson a happy birthday.)

"What do you mean Paris?" Grayson asks with a fear in his voice, fear that almost matches mine. I look down at the leaves on the ground as I think. "What do you mean 'It's not over' Paris?" He practically yells. 

Everything begins adding up. 

Back on my first day here Skye Hawthorne had spoke to Avery, Grayson and I. 

"I myself am a Virgo" she had said.

And then Danny, what he had told me when he was threatening to kill me.

"I made a deal with a certain Virgo I would do something but I'm willing to let you go in exchange for one thing"  

It's not enough. There has to be more. 

Someone had to let Drake into the gates. I begin mentally noting every resident of the house or anyone who would've been able to, let him in.

Pearl O'Day. No motive. Too old.

Zara, Thea and Constantine. They were all out after dinner on their way to drive Thea back to her own home.

Xander. No thought needed there.

Nash. Same as above.

Libby. Obviously not.

Grayson. Come on now.

The Laughins. Too old, no motive.

Rebecca. This is the first person I've thought twice about.

Oren. He was there. 

Any of the maids or chef or workers. Oren did checks on every worker after it happened and I trust Oren.

Skye. She was in the house. Nobody knew where she was at the time.

I have two options. Rebecca or Skye. 

"Paris!" Grayson yells. I finally look up. "I need to talk to Xander" I say urgently. "Why?" He replies loudly. "Give me your phone" I order, "you have your own" he says. "Cops have it." I justify as he begins removing it from his pocket. 

He puts his passcode in and throws it towards me. I find Xander's contact and call him. As it rings Grayson comes towards me, "why do you need to talk to Xander?" He asks. 

"Paris. Seriously." He says sternly, I look up at Grayson. "Grayson just trust me when I say it's urgent" I say. 

The ringing stops, "Grayson?" Xander speaks through the phone, surprised to receive a call from his brother. "Paris. Listen Xander, I need to ask you something, are you alone right now?" I ask. "I'm on my way to robotics, nobody's here" he confirms in a serious tone. 

"I need to know when Rebecca's birthday is. Do you know?" I ask. "No but I'm sure Thea would know, want her number?" He asks. 

"You had to call him to find out someone's birthday? Why? Planning her a surprise party?" Grayson asks, I ignore him now. 

"Grayson, do you have Thea's number?" I ask, he shakes his head. "Yeah, I need it Xander" I say. 

Xander sends Thea's number over, "good luck" he jokes. I hang up and immediately call Thea. 

"Hello?" She asks. "It's Paris." I say. "Everything okay?" She asks knowing I don't like her very much after what she did. "Not really. I need to know when Rebecca's birthday is" I say. "January 12th. Why?" She says. "Thank you so much Thea!" I say before hanging up. 

I Google 'zodiac signs' and search to find her zodiac. Capricorn. It's confirmed now. It was Skye. She's behind it all. Just to confirm it all. 

"Grayson. When's your Mom's birthday?" I ask. "No. I'm not telling you until you tell me what this is all about. Why do you need to know?" He says. 

"Grayson!" I snap. "Paris!" He responds in the same tone. "I can't tell you but I will" i say. If i tell him and he knows I think his mother did this he would probably never speak to me again. "Then I can't answer" he speaks softer now. 

"I'll call Jameson then" I say. "Not with my phone" he says, taking his hand from my hand. "Fuck you" I hiss. I begin walking away. "Where are you going?" He yells to me. 

This is the stupidest fight ever. 

"I'm walking." I yell back. "Alone?" He asks. "Looks like it" I yell back. 

When I'm about halfway to the house it starts raining. I don't know where I'm heading to be honest but it's getting dark and I'm already soaked. I make my way down a pretty sketchy road that leads to an abandoned looking car park. There is almost nobody in sight except four guys standing by smoking. I spot a payphone and run towards it.

I try to find a quarter in my shorts but then I remember there are no pockets. I search around the area in case anyone dropped one but there are none in sight. 

I take a deep breath and walk towards the four guys. "Hey guys. Any of you gotta quarter?" I ask in my most flirty voice possible, also imitating a Texas accent. "Oh well what do we get if we do?" One asks. "Well I think you've already got just enough" I grin.

I'm not quite sure why I did an accent but I think it was a good choice. If I hadn't I think they would've tried to take advantage of the fact I don't know much about this place.

"Aren't you just adorable" one says. I grin through the repulsiveness. "Needa ride somewhere?" He asks. "No I promised my older sister I'd call and let 'er know am alright" I lie. "Well we wouldn't wanna disappoint y'er sister then huh?" 

"Here you go cupcake" he flips a quarter into the air which I catch quickly. "Thanks" I wink. 

I make my way back over to the pay phone and place the quarter inside the machine. I try to think of someone I can call who I remember the number of. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to think. I hit in the numbers and wait. If nobody picks up I think I'll cry. 

Ring. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring. 

I feel the tears welling up when nobody answers. "Fuck" i mutter as I wait for the last ring. 

"Hello?" A voice sounds through the phone. I smile as the tears pore down my face. "Jamie?" I whimper into the phone. "Paris?" Jameson asks concernedly. I don't say anything knowing if I do I'll burst into tears. I sniffle a little and squeeze my eyes shut. 

"Hey, it's okay. Tell me what's wrong. Why aren't you calling me on a mobile?" He speaks softly. I take a second to compose myself. "Can you pick me up?" I beg. "Yeah.. Yeah. Where are you?" He asks. 

"I- I don't know" I cry. "Paris calm down, It's gonna be okay. Is there anybody around?" He asks. "Uh yeah." I sigh. "Okay could you ask if they know" he says. "Hey" I yell towards the four men. 

They walk towards me, "Hey Cupcake. What can we do for you this time?" One asks. "My sister wants to know where we are. An' I don't know" I say in the Texas accent trying to not cry any more. 

"Well it's gone cost ya this time princess" he grins approaching me, he puts a hand on my shoulder. "Well uh- what about I-" I try to speak but feel the tears welling up in my eyes. 

 "Paris?" A voice sounds from the payphone. 

"That your sister?" One guy laughs mockingly. 

"No this is 'er brother an' I'm on my way so if you don't tell me exactly where you are right now I'll have our men come find you and beat the shit outta you. Okay, cupcake?" Jameson speaks through the phone. I can tell his accent is forced because he wants to try and match my impression of his accent, his sounds even thicker than Nash's. 

"We're on 24th. Hope you get here in time" one guys says. They come closer to me. One guy starts moving the hand on my shoulder down and before he can even get to my elbow I kick him in the dick with all the force I can manage. 

"Don't put yer fuckin' hands on me again" I spit on him. Wow. I like this accent, I feel so powerful.

"Now I suggest you all back the fuck up, my brother lives about a block away and who knows what he'll do if he finds you" I yell at the four in front of me. They all shake their heads and walk across the street where they continue smoking. 

I pick up the phone. "What happened Paris?" He asks. "I kicked his dick and he ran off crying" I sniffle, going back to my own accent immediately. "I'm gonna be there in fifteen, just don't hang up. What happened? What made you so upset?" He asks, also dropping the accent.

"Grayson and I were driving home from the hospital and on the way back he had to pull over for some emergency code. Turns out Danny killed himself last night. And I think I know who's behind it all but I can't tell anyone. And then Grayson got really mad I wouldn't tell him and we were both just shouting and then I left." I sob. "And he let you leave? Alone? Right after you found out your first and only boyfriend killed himself?" He asks angrily. 

"I didn't give him much choice" I justify. "He could've followed you" he sighs. 

"How long ago was this?" Jameson asks. "I'm not sure. Maybe an hour or two ago.  After about twenty minutes it was already pitch dark. Then after like thirty it started raining and I'm only wearing shorts and this stupid bra shirt and I'm freezing and I'm wet and all the clothes I'm wearing were white so the rain made it really see through and now those guys and- and-" I start hyperventilating again. 

"Paris. I'm just a block away. It's okay. Just breathe." He says. "Focus on my voice. Did I tell you Libby started baking cupcakes for you for when you got out? Yeah. They're red velvet. She's really excited for you to try one since you've never had one of the things she's baked before." He tells. I can tell he's trying to get my mind away from everything and it's working. I smile at the thought of Libby baking just for me.

"Hey Eiffel Tower" Jameson says. He echos. I turn around and see Jameson standing by a car. I grin. His face is refreshing. His beauty never stops surprising me. I think I love this man. With every aching piece of my heart. 

I run towards him, when I reach him he grabs me in a hug and lifts me up. When he places me down he pulls back from me just to look at me. He wipes the tears from my cheeks and smiles. He moves my soaking wet hair off of my face and pulls me back into him. 

He immediately takes a blanket out of the back of his car. He wraps the blanket around me and practically shoves me inside his car. He gets in too now and I feel the heated seat on as well as hot fans blowing air into face. 

"I really really like you" I say, emphasising like to make sure he knows exactly what I mean. I love you Jameson Winchester Hawthorne!

"I really really like you too" he grins whilst.. blushing? Does Jameson Hawthorne blush?

"How much do you like me?" I tease. "With all of my heart" he replies with a joking grin. 

"What heart? Everybody knows rich boys have no hearts." I tease. "Ah, ah, ah, ET, if you'll cast your mind back two months ago, your sister took my money" he plays along.

"250 grand? I'd be lucky to make that throughout a whole life working" I say. "Well luck for you, you won't need to. I'm your sugar daddy now" he jokes, i pause "i no longer like you" I say, "what? You don't need one?" He asks jokingly, "Oh no, I need one. Just never ever say those words again in your entire life" I laugh at him. 

Suddenly I feel his lips on my temple. "What was that for?" I ask softly. "You're gorgeous. Especially when you laugh." He says. 

Suddenly I remember everything. "Shit" I mutter when I realise why I was out here on my own in the first place. "Can I ask you something, you have to be completely honest with me" I say. He grins "go for it" 

"When's your Mom's birthday?" I ask, his grin drops and confusion is all that's on his face at the moment. 

"About two months." he says. "September?" I ask, "15th. Why?" He asks. "So she's a Virgo?" I ask.  "Yeah I guess? I didn't know you were interested in all that astrology stuff" he says. "Yeah. I thought I remembered her saying it. I'm a Virgo too" I lie. 

"August 29th 2004" he remembers my birthday. "January 29th 2003" I say his now, smiling up at him. 

"What do you want to do for your birthday?" He asks. "If I'm still alive" I joke, "hm, I'll protect you Eiffel Tower." He places his hand on my bullet wound. 

"You know, that's gonna leave a pretty cool scar.. we can be twins" he says listing his shirt and revealing his very own scar which is much longer than mine. "How did you even get that bad boy" I ask as I trace over it with my fingers. 

"I was shot whilst fighting in a war" he says. I stare blankly at him. "How did you really get it?" I ask. "I told you, I was wrestling a bear in the jungle" he says. I can't help but laugh at him. 

"I kissed your brother" I admit. We stare awkwardly at each other for a moment. That was so blunt and such terrible timing. My eyes are wide and his are a little confused mixed with a bit of disgust. 

We just blink at each other for a moment. I expect him to yell or something but he brings his lips down to mine for a quick kiss. I give him a questioning look. 

"Now we're even." He smirks. "You're not gonna yell? Call me a slut?" I ask. His face softens, "you really think i would do that?" He asks sadly. "No but I think I probably deserve it. I kissed you, then him and then you again" I say. 

"But we both know I was your favourite" he winks. "Besides, I bet you never told him that you really really like him" he says. "Wanna bet?" I joke. He pushes my head away gently in a jokingly manner making me laugh as he starts the car.