Streaming Romance

Chapter 2

A Chaotic Date

In the picture: Bryce Marciano and Saya Frost

Saya's POV

The soft glow of the bathroom light cast a warm halo around the mirror as I stood before it, examining my reflection. I wore a pink hoodie, its snug, comforting fabric leaving a warmth over my feelings. David had insisted on a super casual dress code for our movie date.

I tugged at the hem of my hoodie, adjusting it to fall just right. The pale pink contrasted with the dark, glossy finish of the bathroom tiles. My hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders, and I absentmindedly tucked a stray strand behind my ear. The mirror reflected my expression—a mixture of excitement and anticipation of the night.

As I waited in my apartment, excitement bubbled up inside me. Tonight was supposed to be special, a movie date with David.

After the whirlwind of recent events, I was thrilled at the thought of spending time with him, away from the pressures of my career. It felt selfish, but I couldn't help it. I was looking forward to being with him more than the movie itself.

David arrived promptly, his car pulling up to the curb with a smooth purr.

"You look great!" he smiled at me.

"You too!" I greeted him with a bright smile as he stepped out, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. I slid into the passenger seat, and we exchanged a few light-hearted words during our car ride heading to the movie venue.

As we arrived, I noticed a large poster featuring none other than Bryce Marciano, the actor I loathed the most. My heart sank.

Of all the movies David could have picked, why did it have to be one with Bryce? My stomach churned at the thought of spending the next two hours watching him on screen.

David, however, seemed thrilled. He had booked premium seats for us, and as we settled into our plush chairs, we both pulled our hoodies up, blending into the darkness of the theater. The movie began, a romantic film that seemed to drag on forever.

Despite my irritation, I tried to focus on David, but he was completely engrossed in Bryce's performance. His eyes never left the screen, and he kept commenting on how phenomenal Bryce was.

Sure...

I tried to nudge David's hand, hoping to spark some romantic connection, but he was lost in the film and kept munching on his popcorn.

Frustration grew inside me.

My attempts to initiate physical contact went unnoticed, and after several failed tries, I wore my shades and excused myself to the washroom, needing a break from the unresponsive atmosphere.

As I walked out into the dimly lit lobby, I saw a cut-out of Bryce and felt my anger flare. Memories of our encounter three years ago flooded back. I had worked with Bryce on a single episode of a drama series.

He had been a total asshole, bullying and instigating me to the point where I was nearly in tears. Despite his Oscar wins and the new heartthrob status he had achieved, I still couldn't stand him.

His reputation as a flirt, changing girlfriends like outfits, and his well-known commitment issues only added to my disdain. Yet, as much as I hated to admit it, he was an exceptional actor.

Trying to compose myself, I headed towards the washroom, only to bump into someone. It was as if I bumped into a wall. A small squeal escaped my mouth when I realised the impact but then a hand wrapped around my waist steadied me in my place and I looked up only to meet with a pair of known blue eyes.

It was Bryce Marciano.

"Well, well, well! Look who's here to watch my movie," Bryce said, his smirk almost smug. His hand slid around my waist, lingering far too long. I slapped his hand away, and while he showed no rise in feelings or heartbeat, his lust percentage was shockingly high at 80%. I rolled my eyes, annoyed by his blatant disrespect.

"What a surprise," I said, my voice dripping with disdain. "I didn't know you made cameos in nightmares."

Bryce's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the confrontation. "Ah, Saya Frost. Still bitter, I see. Not everyone can afford to buy their trophies, you know."

I raised an eyebrow, my temper flaring. "And not everyone needs to act like a total jerk to make a name for themselves, either. Your performance might be Oscar-worthy, but your attitude is nothing to be proud of."

Bryce chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, come on. Is that all you've got? I saw you singing live a few days ago. What a mockery of music and I'm not the one with a past of payola and plastic smiles."

His stats read "Truth- 77%"

The nerve of him.

Does he really think I buy my awards? What the hell?

"Really? And what about you? Changing girlfriends, like outfits and never being in a serious relationship? You might win awards, but you'll always be a superficial flirt."

Angry - 60%

Bryce's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer. "It's better than being cheated on and performing an act of suicide to win people's sympathy," he shot back, his voice dripping with venom.

My face flushed with anger. "Don't you dare bring that up. You know nothing about me or my life. Stay in your limits," at the end, we were literally pointing fingers at each other ready to kill each other.

He looked like a Red panda in his red jacket and blue jeans. I wanted to point that out too. But our argument drew the attention of passersby, and soon, a swarm of fans gathered, recognizing both Bryce Marciano and me.

"Oh my god! It's Bryce!" a girl screamed.

"Saya?" another high-pitched voice squealed.

The scene quickly turned chaotic as people rushed to get a glimpse of us.

Bryce placed a protective hand on my waist, trying to shield me from the encroaching crowd. His bodyguards stepped in, pushing fans away as the chaos continued.

David ran out of the movie hall, now also surrounded by his own fanbase, was quickly swept in a different direction by the crowd.

In the frenzy, I found myself face-to-face with Bryce again. He laughed, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"You have ruined my date with David," I glared at him.

"You two losers look good together anyways," he said mockingly before strolling away.

My frustration reached its peak. "I can't believe he ruined our date," I muttered as David finally found me. His face reflected a mix of sympathy and confusion.

"I'm so sorry about this, Saya," David said, trying to comfort me. "I didn't realize this would happen."

I sighed, the romantic night I had envisioned overshadowed by an encounter with the last person I wanted to see. My anger towards Bryce was palpable, and as I headed back to my apartment, I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal and frustration.

David drove me back to my apartment, offering support amidst the chaos. But as we reached my apartment, I was left seething.

The night had been far from the special evening I had hoped for, and Bryce's interference only deepened my frustration.

As the door closed behind me, I sank into the couch, reflecting on the night's events. The combination of David's distraction and Bryce's taunts left me fuming. I knew I had to move on, but the sting of Bryce's presence and his scathing remarks would linger for a while longer.

The room felt colder, the remnants of the night's excitement fading into a lingering bitterness. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. The night hadn't gone as planned, but maybe, just maybe, there was a lesson in all of this.

For now, I could only hope that tomorrow would bring better moments and clearer skies.

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