Stars in Your Eyes(69)

I frown as I type a response. What’s wrong?

She doesn’t reply right away. In the silence, my heart starts to pump harder. Something bad has happened. I’m afraid it’s about Logan. I still don’t spend a lot of time looking at social media. My only posts have been the obligatory photos on Insta, quick snaps of me around set with Gray. The notifications are way more overwhelming than usual, and I squint as I begin to scroll. My eyes blur.

Matthew Cole is a piece of shit.



Who the fuck lies about something like this?



I thought you were better than this, Mattie.



There’s a mix of emotions—relief that it isn’t news that Logan was found hurt or dead, and fear of what the hell happened in the last hour. My phone buzzes. It’s Paola. I pick it up on the first ring.

“Hey!” I try to sound cheerful and not confused and scared. “What’s going on?”

“Hey, Matt,” she says slowly, carefully. “Have you been online today?”

“I just started to scroll through Twitter.”

“Don’t,” she says, quickly. “It’s not good.” She takes a breath. I close my eyes and, somehow, in that moment, I know what she’s going to say. “It leaked. I don’t know how. It somehow got out that your relationship with Logan isn’t real.”

She told me to stop, and I know that she’s right—I should stop—but I keep scrolling on my laptop.

I thought you were different than other celebrities.



This is so disappointing.



You’re just as bad as Logan Gray.



My phone buzzes again. Another text from Julie. I think I know who leaked it

This is too much. I feel like I can’t breathe.

“Mattie?” Paola says. She sounds worried. “Are you there?”

I nod, even though she can’t see me. “Yes. Yeah, I’m here.” My breaths are short, rapid—I force myself to take one long inhale and let it out slowly. “What now? What do I do?”

“I’ve tried to get in touch with Reynolds. He’s already discussing damage control with PR. The best thing might be for you and Logan to come out as a united force and say that this leak is just a rumor. You’re together, and you’re in love.”

I bite my lip. It’s true now, technically, that we are together—but that doesn’t change the fact that our relationship was first a lie. I don’t know if I want to continue telling it. Paola says she’s getting another call, and after we hang up, I scroll to contacts and try to call Logan. I’m sent to voicemail. I text him. Can we talk?

He doesn’t answer right away. Maybe he doesn’t plan on answering at all. I sit with my phone, staring at Julie’s text message. I start to type. Who do you think it was?

Bubbles appear and disappear. My phone starts to ring, and my heart jumps, thinking that it might be Logan, but when I look at the screen I see that it’s Julie.

When I answer, her voice is soft. “Are you okay, Mattie?”

“Just a little shellshocked, I think,” I say.

I’ve seen the way people treat celebrities. Humans so often decide as a collective to hate one person—decide that they have the right to treat another person horribly. I’ve never liked to see it, but I’ve also never been on the receiving end. Maybe I was too comfortable, thinking of myself as the golden boy of Hollywood, the Southern sweetheart that everyone loved. I didn’t accept the fact that people could decide to hate me just as easily, too. What’s worse is that I know I messed up, agreeing to lie about this relationship in the first place.

But I also know I don’t deserve to be treated this way—not by anyone. Even if I’ve made a mistake, I’m still a human being, and I still deserve compassion and respect.

“I feel awful,” Julie says. I can tell she’s been crying. Her voice sounds stuffed up. “I’d—God, I’ve been seeing Keith,” she tells me.

I’m confused by the sudden tangent, before things start to click into place.

“I was drinking with him last night, and I told him about you and Logan,” she says. “I’m so sorry, Matt. It wasn’t my business to tell, especially when it was supposed to be a secret.”

“It’s okay,” I say, voice low. And I mean it. I really do. Julie made a mistake, too. She must have trusted Keith not to hurt me, even if he’d be tempted to hurt Logan. “How do you know that it was him?”

Julie lets out an annoyed breath. “He says it wasn’t,” she tells me. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a coincidence that I told him last night, and today it leaked. He says he wouldn’t put the movie at risk just because he can’t stand Logan, but I don’t know. I’m so sorry,” she says again. “I never should’ve told him in the first place.”

“It’s all right. Really. I promise, Julie. I forgive you.”

“You’re too kind to me,” she says, and I think she might’ve started crying again. I hate that she feels so torn up about this. “What’re you going to do now?”

“Paola says that Reynolds will probably want me and Logan to continue the lie. Say it’s just a rumor. I don’t know.”

“I’m here,” she says. “If you need me to get onto Instagram Live and swear up and down that you two are in a relationship, I’ll do it.”