I immediately called Bethany, my fingers shaking as I dialed the all-too-familiar numbers.

“Cam, I just saw it! Where the hell are you? You are going to seriously convince everyone that you aren’t like that!” Bethany said.

“But I am. I’m just a horrible, self-centered, bitch!” I sobbed, my phone nearly dropping out of my sweaty palms.

“You are not!” Bethany encouraged me. “I know what we can do to help this situation. Get on a plane back here and I’ll help you through this. But you’ll have to trust me.”

“Anything to keep me from being ‘Hollywood’s She-Devil’.”

Once I arrived back home, I went straight to Bethany’s. “Alright,” I said opening her door. “What’s the plan?”

“Alright. Matt’s coming over in a few minutes.”

“No way! I can’t deal with him.”

“He’s going to have an ‘accident’, and Cam Cooper will be the heroin who saves him,” Bethany explained.

I turned away from the window and glared at her. “No way! You have got to be kidding me.”

“You want to repair your rep or not?”