Logan's POV
I sat in my car, staring at the front of Francesca’s house. I took a deep breath. I had to do this. I didn’t want to deal with the picture of me and Leigh. I didn’t want it online. I had to make Francesca delete it. She was my ex-girlfriend, and she was not nice.
I stepped out of the car and walked to the door. My heart raced. I knocked loudly. I could hear footsteps inside. The door opened, and there she was, Francesca. She looked surprised to see me.
“What do you want, Logan?” she asked, crossing her arms.
I took another deep breath. “I need to talk to you about the picture.”
Francesca raised an eyebrow. “What picture?”
“The one of me and Leigh. The kiss. You know what I mean,” I said. I felt my face getting hot. I didn’t like talking about this, but I had to.
Francesca smirked. “Oh, that one? The picture everyone will see if you
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