Ugh! Boring! I will switch it up with some upbeat tunes from my friend's studio, called Destiny. I vibe to the grooves as I hop with each beat in the middle of the street under the soothing moonlit sky. The only thing to keep me distracted is music. I don't care a damn about the world when there's a melody hitting my eardrums.
Blaze's pov:
Late nights are the best time for jogging, they help me keep my cool and stay focused on life. I pick up the pace while listening to my beats, cocky much? No. I just do it to check whether they sound good, but then get I carried away. My purple nail art matches the sky tonight. I look straight ahead and keep moving forward. I see a silly girl bouncing in the middle of the street. She does not care a damn about the vehicles honking at her misconduct. I chuckle to myself.
I want to be that carefree too. Just leave this life behind me, go undercover, and become a ghostwriter, but no, my family insists on me going on and on about this way of life. Why? Mostly because of the money, but they don't care about how my sister and I are sacrificing our life for their satisfaction. I pull myself out of that thought flow and divert my attention to the girl in front of me. She's listening to my song. I see her phone screen light up from her tight pant pocket and see my name, and my song, Happy Moments. She is crossing the road on a busy street; I hope her eyes are wide open. I mean she did just change the song while walking. But nope, she's going to get hit in about, 5, 4, 3…. oh well, that's my cue to step in.
General pov:
Blaze runs to help Cynthia. He reaches her right in time but stops behind her as she busts out into a dance move right in the middle of the road without caring about any of the fast-moving traffic that she had stopped unintentionally.
Blaze's pov:
The way her hips sway and her black hair moves in sync with it makes me weak to the knees. I know this dance move; it is from Destiney's song. I join in and don't care about all the honking and shouting. Is this scandalous? Yes. Am I enjoying myself? Yes. After a magical minute of dancing, I hold her arms and take her across the street.
Cynthia's pov:
Who has the audacity to move me in the middle of my dancing sesh? I turn to face the human whose shadow is currently covering me. I see cameras flashing almost immediately after I figure out that it is Blaze. I groaned, "Shaw." He said, "The one and only." The paparazzi screamed our names and the reporters asked questions at the rate of one thousand per minute. They were savage.
General pov:
Water droplets dropped down the skies like crystal shards. The wind roared surpassing the sounds of the loud questions of the reporters. The chilly breeze cooled the air around Blaze and Cynthia, but they were burning one another with their eyes. Piercing one another's souls. The members of the media ran to find shelter, but they didn't budge. There was anger radiating off them. Cynthia smiled at him, as though she had surpassed him in a competition. He rolled his eyes. The reporters, paps, and the fans were waiting for them to do something, anything, but nothing, they walked away from one another as though they were complete strangers.
Blaze's pov:
Pain. Anger. Hate. Disgust. Only strong words were roaming around my head. I felt the need to ask her, "Why?" Hell! I felt like screaming it at her face, but that's not rational. My eyes decided that it would be a great time to form tears, but I tricked them into thinking something else. She didn't move despite the heavy rain. I knew that with one wrong move, I would reveal my true feelings which I have suppressed for a long time, so I just stared at her with no emotions, until she smiled. That caught me off guard. The audacity-
Cynthia's pov:
His face was so punchable. It was carved so beautifully just to be broken, poor boy. I hope his angels are strong enough to save him when I unleash my demons onto him. I smile at him; I don't want him to think that he has any effect on me at all.
I won't satisfy him with my tears. After he rolls his eyes at me, I walk away. With every step, my tears form up and start flowing down like a river by the time I reach my house. I sit outside on the doorstep and cry. No. I scream my lungs out while crying. Why do I like him?
Despite all that he has done, a part of me cherishes the moments that I've had with him. My roots run deep with him. I had met him twice. Once, during my audition. He taught me many of my charms and helped me rehearse. I aced it that day. No one was willing to help me, but he was there, as my savior. Something clicked between us instantly, at least on my end, and I asked him for his number. I was eighteen at the time and he was twenty-four.
He never gave it to me and told me that I was a kid and that he didn't like to be seen with kids. I was not used to being rejected like this because I was the popular girl in school and I was a spoilt brat who got everything served on a silver platter from her parents and so it hurt me but soon I realized that it was childlike, and I let go of it about a year later. Then, the next time, was when we were seated together for an idol meet-up event. Dinner on a round table. I don't consider this the second time, because we had bare minimum interactions.
We are always shipped by the media. Even back then, we were quite the pair despite only having met once. I was flattered by him and even stalked him on social media a couple of times. A couple of times a day.
Call it a crush and I'd gladly agree back in the day. I was twenty and he was twenty-six. At the end of the dinner, which had gone unexpectedly well, again, on my end, we had managed to win the most chemistry points despite talking for less than a minute and he was extremely sweet with his timid gestures. But I should've known that the sugar only coated his viper-like venom hidden underneath. Me being my naïve self asked him if he was single, and he nodded. I then told him that I was twenty, obviously not a kid anymore, and asked him for his number. He gave it to me. Although I didn't express it in front of him, I was overjoyed, I jumped around the house for at least an hour after we got home. Was I a fan? Back then, maybe. Now? Puh-lease.
After that, we texted for about two weeks. He even made a statement about me in the media. That stirred up some more convo about us. On the professional front, I was about six positions behind him at the time. Then, one day, he called me. HE CALLED. He set up a date for us at the movies which would end with dinner in my then favorite restaurant. I agreed almost immediately. I got ready and reached there an hour before time. There he was with the most beautiful smile that he wore on his face. We watched the movie, giggled the whole time, and made fun of the characters. Although we were adults, we behaved like we were five. He brought out that side of me.
After that, he held my hand in the rain and led me to the restaurant, called 'The One', which is the tall building next to Tout Sourire. He pulled out a cloth-decorated chair and sat me down comfortably. He check his phone twice, then walked out of the restaurant by letting me know that he would be back in five minutes.
But he never came back. Not five minutes, I waited for him like a fool, for one whole hour, I surely left him 5 missed calls and 10 messages but I guess they weren't enough. I then went out to look for him. I walked through two crossroads before I found him.
Kissing a girl under the so-called romantic moonlit night sky. I felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck me that very moment. The heavy rain didn't help either. I wanted to run, but my legs were as weak as candy floss. The girl was my hairdresser back in the day. She was five years elder than me and till that stunt, I thought that we were close, but I guess I was wrong. That's why I don't have a hairdresser now. I do my hair by myself.
Oh, but I didn't leave without dropping a sprinkle of spice on them. I filmed them and leaked the video. It went viral and pulled Blaze down by four positions in just two weeks. Why? Because after some deep investigation, my ex-hairdresser was found guilty of being a drug peddler. She lost her job soon after the discovery. Blaze was found not guilty a month after the incident. Good for him.
I never asked him for an explanation, and he never called back. I buried myself in work after that very incident. I worked up to the point that I acquired the first position. That's where I stand now. Two years of a strict work ethic and great background influence paid off. I did work hard in the years preceding those as well, but I guess not hard enough to reach number one. I don't hide behind the fact that I come from a rich household, I embrace it and am grateful.
He is getting married soon and since I'm an insider, I know that his bride is Cara Elixir. Yeah, the one who would've been cast in the movie if I had not aced the second audition. She is a girl from a noble family. Their marriage, as per gossip, is just a business deal. He has never been the playboy type. Good for him. I was never a people pleaser and I do not ever intend on being one. Except for when it comes to my parents. I guess he did the same. Oh well, I shall not let them down, ever. I wipe my tears and go inside the house.
As I tip-toed my way across the hall making sure that I don't disturb Rick, the floor seemed exceptionally cold. My marble-tiled bathroom with golden-colored cone-shaped lights decorating the false ceiling was calling me. I looked at myself in the well-lit mirror. Took a moment to self-reflect. Quite literally.
I washed my face. I was done crying over him. I want to keep my position at the top for longer and I will have to work for that. I walked to Rick's room and peeked inside as the door was open. I wanted to talk to him but he was fast asleep when I walked up to him, so, I turned the lights off.
I was about to exit his room when something poked my foot. I held my scream in and shut the door quietly. I hopped to a chair and holding its arm, plucked the object off my foot. It was a button. A stupid black button with glittery white borders. I threw it out the window. It was very sharp and had left a good painful imprint right in the middle of my foot. I tend to my newfound wound and then drift off to sleep with a clear mind.
Sometimes, a good cry is all that you need to clear up your thoughts.