“You want me to post my homemade porno?”
She must sense my agitation. “It’s not a big deal, right?”
“It’s a little dramatic, isn’t it? A little into attention whore territory, even for you?”
Now she’s pissed. “You’re as much a part of this as I am.”
Willow’s right, I know. I didn’t really want to go along with this bullshit at first, but she was fun and I was bored. Besides, the act did its job. Sure, she just wanted to use me, but this boosted my profile, too. Now, I’m the bad boy boyfriend of innocent Willow Grace—not just the drugged-up asshole no one wants to work with in Hollywood.
“We agreed to do this fake shit,” I say, “but going through my phone…asking me to post my private video…”
She at least has the decency to look a little ashamed, though in a city like this, it’s hard to know what to believe. She raises her chin. “I’m sorry if it was a bit much, but we need a believable reason to break up, and this would be a way to go out in style. The headlines, the gossip sites—they’d go absolutely mad, Gray. And everyone would get a good reminder of how fucking hot you are.” She pauses when I don’t answer. She must feel how upset I am, even if I’m not showing it. “I didn’t think it’d be such a big deal. This isn’t your first—you know, film.” She takes another sip.
It’s not even my second. The first video I took was on my eighteenth birthday, officially marking the end of my innocent child actor career. It was purposeful. A big fuck you to the industry and my father. The second film was difficult to see. It was just my back and my ass 90 percent of the time, hands tied to the bedframe, but enough people recognized my side profile when I twisted around, strip of cloth wrapped around my eyes. It was taken without my knowledge or permission. Pretty sure it’s still up on Pornhub, no matter how many times my team’s tried to get it taken down. And now this.
Willow says she doesn’t think it’d be a big deal to release it, but I know it’s a calculated move on her part. Her career had been waning, and this drama of dating me, one of the most hated people in Hollywood, has thrust her back into the spotlight. Now this video will only earn her sympathy points from around the world. Fans will flock to her, saying that I didn’t deserve her, that she’s too much of an angel for a devil like me. I’ve already quit social media. The number of trolls was impossible for my social media manager and her assistants to control. I decided to fold them into my manager’s team so they wouldn’t lose their jobs just because people can’t fucking stand me, but there’s nothing for them to do. It doesn’t matter.
If the video is released, my manager, Audrey, and the others will need to go into overdrive (and probably overtime) trying to contain the story and control my image. I have to be a persona. A character I play off-screen, too. I entertain people in movies, sure, but I learned early on that my entire life is a source of entertainment also. I’m the villain. People enjoy picking me apart and berating me. I give them someone to hate. I’m used to this. I even look forward to it, sometimes. It’s all that I know. It feels like a comfort. People screaming “You’re an asshole, Gray!” is like a lullaby after a while. Besides, maybe this will give my social media team something to do.
“Fine,” I tell her. “Post the video.”
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RED ALERT: BREAKING NEWS
Hello, my little Cherubs. I’m sure most of you have already seen the latest film of our favorite love-to-hate asshole Logan Gray, but I thought it might be nice to repost the video here for your viewing pleasure.
[Video begins: A dark, grainy film. It’s difficult to see what is on the screen. There’s a moan. The video pivots down. Logan Gray looks up, mouth—well—full. He seems surprised to be filmed, then grins and makes a performance of it. The screen shakes. Video ends.]
Don’t you just love the way our garbage fire of a man completely shreds the last of his dignity? I know I’d claimed that Gray’s lowest point was being caught in an, ahem, certain steamy film, but I think we might have a new reigning moment of secondhand embarrassment.
Seriously, why does anyone let Gray go outside at all? There’ve already been enough rumors that he’s about to be fired from the film Write Anything for being a total and complete trashcan of a human being. Oh, well! With this new incident, I’m happily expecting the official announcement any minute now.
Signing off, Angel
Mattie
My manager Paola was frantic when she told me Dave had called for a meeting. “Just play it cool. But not too cool. You don’t want to look like you don’t care. Tell them you’ve been rehearsing a lot more. But, you know. Don’t act like you’re desperate.”
Word got back to her about my not-so-great table read, and she thinks I’m going to be fired. She might be right. My heart sinks at the thought.
“It would be fucked up, absolutely fucked up, if they fired you after watching you perform for five minutes,” she said under her breath.
“Do you really think they’ll fire me?”
I could practically hear her catch herself over the phone. “No—no, of course not,” she told me, but I know she only wants me to be in a good headspace.