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𝟏𝟏... 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭?
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"Lo."
A gentle prod against my shoulder rouses me from my sleep, and I grumble wearily, my eyes refusing to open. "Goway."
"Logan, you need to wake up." Cam's voice becomes clearer in my sleep-fogged mind. "You need to see this."
"See what?" I whine, tugging my fluffy blanket up over my shoulders. "I'm tired."
"It's about you and Matt."
In a flash, my eyes fly open and focus on my worried looking brother. My heart rate rises at the sight of Cam chewing on his lower lip, a habit he does when he's nervous. "What are you talking about?" I shuffle upright in my bed and drag my hands over my face, scrubbing at my eyes to try to wake myself up. "What time is it?"
"7." Cam's voice is clipped, clearly working to hide something from me.
"7?" I groan, throwing my arms around myself in a hug. "It's Saturday! And I was awake until 4!"
"Logan."
The warning tone in Cam's voice draws my attention back to him, and only then do I notice his phone clutched in his hands. "Cam, what's going on? You're freaking me out."
Cam sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes wide with desperation. "I need you to promise me that you won't spiral. It's not as bad as you will think, and we'll figure it out together."
"Camden, tell me what the fuck is going on!" I snap, my anxiety increasing the more my brother dodges his news.
"Someone took a picture of you and Matt kissing last night." Cam's eyes are trained on my face, watching for my reaction. "TMZ published it and wrote a nasty article. All yours and Matt's fans are freaking out."
My stomach sinks to my feet as dread washes over me. My pulse is racing, my heartbeat echoing in my ears, and when I lift my hand to take Cam's phone from him, I can see my fingers trembling.
"Lo..." Cam hesitates to give me his phone. "I don't know if you should read it."
"Give it to me," I demand, leaving no room in my voice for argument. Cam may be half a foot taller than me, but when push comes to shove, I am in charge and he knows it.
Cam sits down on the bed as he passes me his phone, which is already open to the TMZ article. "Logan-"
"Shut up and let me read it," I interrupt my younger brother, not waiting for a response before I dive into the article.
