The Roads To Paris

54

After some hours, Heaven finally arrives.

She sends me a text and I walk to where her car is parked.

“Get in.” she says not even bothering to look at me

I enter the car wordlessly and she's already driving off before I can even get my seatbelt buckled.

After a while of silence in the car, she finally says

“I knew.”

I'm super confused because it came out of nowhere and I'm not sure if I've started hearing things

“What?” I ask confused

She turns to look at me for a split second with an annoyed     expression on her face before turning back to the road

“I said; I knew.” she grips the steering wheel tighter

“Aren't you going to say anything?” she asks after a few seconds while I'm still trying to figure out what she knew

“I just told you that I knew mom was pregnant and you have nothing to say? You seemed to have quite a lot to sa.......” she continues but I cut her short

“You knew?!” I say in surprise

“What have I been saying all this while?” she answers  my question with a question of hers

I'm quiet for a few seconds before I ask in a whisper

“How long have you known?”

“Some days before dad came home......... y'know.” she says casually

“Are you freaking kidding me?! You've known for more than two weeks?? And you didn't tell me??!” i say flailing my arms around

“It's actually almost a month if we want to be specific. But, yeah. And also, why would I tell you? Mom and dad's exact words were ‘Don't tell Paris. We'll tell her when the time's right and she doesn't have to find out that you know just yet cause she'll feel ‘betrayed’ you know how she gets.’ But they gave me their permission to tell you just before I left the house. I asked.”

I can't believe how nonchalant she is while saying all this.

I feel so stupid!

And I'd been emphasizing on how they didn't tell I and Heaven.

And she just sat there and watched me get angry on our behalf

“I would've told you!” I say, angry tears threatening to spill

“Hey!” she exclaims with sarcastic excitement
“Now you know where your problem lies.”

The one time I need Heaven to be serious and she sounds like she couldn't even care less about anything

“What's that about?” I ask glaring at her

“Stop glaring, you look weird.” she says rolling her eyes

“I just meant the problem with you is; you would've told me when mom and dad instructed you not to.” she repeats

“But that's only because you're you.” she continues
“You're Paris Baxter and you just love to stir shit up.”

I turn to look at her and I'm about to tell her how offended I am but she just continues like I'm not even part of this conversation

“But that's all about to change.”

“How do you know I'll change? What if I continue being ‘Paris Baxter?’”  I manage to say

She's about to say something else but then my statement registers in her mind and she looks at me like I just asked the dumbest question in the world