Paparazzi had NO idea what was going on, and what she was doing, all she knew was that she had never felt more alive then right there, right now. The woman was fashionably late, a black limo pulled up to College's campus and released the platinum blonde vixen from within.
A pair of blue leopard print Manolo Blahnik's accented sinfully long legs which were adorned in a pair of denim skinny legged jeans. Oddly enough, Paparazzi was dressed rather casually. Maybe she felt no need to dress up?
Dorm room was found easily, her own powerful radar brought her to the two boys. A light knock came to the door, as blue eyes glanced over her shoulder. She always felt weird actually knocking on doors. It happened at Basketball's home a few weeks ago, and that same feeling came over her at this dorm as well.
Do you really think Paparazzi would come empty handed, too? Three venti caramel macchiato's from Starbucks, Paparazzi's favorite, were held out in front of her. A few students walked down the corridor, and glanced warily at Paparazzi, as she rolled her eyes and knocked again.
"It's me! Now let me in!" Demanding? You bet. She wasn't comfortable lingering in doorways!