‘I just thought maybe you’d write something more meaningful.’
‘Pfft!’ She scoffs. ‘Come on then, Plato, your turn.’
‘I need more time,’ Chase says, pushing the pen away. ‘It’ll come to me.’
‘I look forward to being wowed.’
‘OK, I’ve had enough of being a cupholder,’ I say, holding out their drinks.
‘Sorry!’ They laugh as they relieve me.
‘Did you want to write something, Zach?’ Bec asks.
‘Not yet,’ I say. ‘I was kinda hoping to talk to Cameron.’
‘I get it,’ Bec says, her tone suddenly changing. ‘I’m a bit worried about him.’
‘Huh?’ I say, following her gaze to where he’s sitting on the stairs. He’s staring down at his phone, not engaging with anyone, a worried look spread across his face.
‘Do you think it’s what happened with Ethan?’ Chase says.
‘Maybe,’ Bec says. ‘It wasn’t his pictures that were leaked, but they’re twins, so …’
‘Fuck,’ I say. ‘I hadn’t even thought of that.’
‘Me neither,’ Chase says. ‘Maybe you should go and talk to him?’
‘I dunno,’ I say. ‘Perhaps now’s not the right time.’
‘Of course it’s the right time!’ Chase says. ‘Go and be a friendly face.’
‘OK,’ I say. I have no idea what to say to Cameron, so I just go over and sit down next to him.
‘Hey,’ he says, putting his phone down and letting out a long-drawn-out sigh. ‘I guess you heard the news then?’
‘Yeah,’ I say. ‘Kinda. I mean, I didn’t look or anything, but …’ I fumble over my words awkwardly for a moment. ‘I just don’t understand why anyone would do that.’
‘I can think of a few reasons,’ Cameron says. ‘It’s not like he’s short of enemies. Not that he’s bothered anyway. “As long as it boosts our followers” …’ He looks at his phone again. ‘You know we’ve gained almost five thousand since the news broke?’
‘Seriously?’ I say. ‘Are people really that shallow?’
‘Evidently so. It’s all he ever talks about – gaining followers? He wants to make a career of it. Says we can make a killing if we start doing a few lip-syncs.’
‘But you don’t want that?’ I ask. I always assumed that’s why they were doing it.
‘I don’t know what I want,’ Cameron says. ‘It’d be nice to make my own money. Not have to rely on Dad going forwards. But that’s not why we started the twinsta. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun. And then the followers started rolling in and –’
‘Your brother started seeing dollar signs?’
‘I don’t know,’ he says. ‘Sometimes I think he doesn’t care about the money. But the fame? The way he lights up when he talks about it. That’s the thing Ethan really wants.’
‘I mean, doesn’t everyone? That’s the goal, right? To be rich and famous.’