Chapter Nine
My phone vibrates next to my head, jolting me out of my sleep. I breathe in sharply, trying to remember where I am. I am back in my bedroom. I must have dozed off earlier because my clock reads two in the morning. The blinds of my window are still pulled open, which is stupid since paparazzi could easily find the slum I live in. The screen of my phone is illuminated brightly in the darkness of my room. I look at it and to my surprise I see Jon’s name.
“Jon?” I mumble into my phone, still bleary eyed.
“Thank god you’re up,” he says in reply. “I was trying to get to you first.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Someone leaked the s*x tape, Jenny.”
I sit up straight in bed, suddenly wide awake. My palms go clammy, and I clutch the phone. “What the hell are you talking ab
