Romance Rising for Roman Everett?
Roman Everett was spotted leaving the gym with his new Darkness Rising co-star, Clover Daly. They were pictured having an intimate conversation and sharing an embrace before noticing photographers. Sources at Starlight Studios say that while it’s too early to tell what’s going on, the two have a wild amount of chemistry, and it’s palpable to anyone nearby. Will this relatively unknown actress have what it takes to become a leading lady for both Hollywood and Roman? Time will tell…
Gingerly, I scroll down when Maren gestures for me to do so, trying to make sure the water droplets rolling off me don’t hit her laptop. The pictures from the paparazzi are attached to the article. I’m amazed at how many there are for an interaction that literally took less than a minute.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to be seeing him today,” she says in a way that lets me know she’s displeased.
“I mean… I’m going to be seeing him a lot—we’re co-stars,” I reason. Why do I need to justify this to someone I’m not even close to?
She brushes right past what I’ve said. “Do you think you’ll be hanging out off set more often?”
“I don’t know, Maren…” Whether it be the conversation or the literal state of nudity that I’m in, I’m feeling uncomfortable as hell and I desperately want to escape back to the safety of my room.
“Okay, well if you’re going to be seeing him you should let me know. That’s the kind of thing friends tell each other,”she says as she tucks a lock of raven colored hair behind her ear.
Friends? Since when has Maren considered us anything more than two individuals who coexist in the same living space? Probably since she realized I could be her ticket to meeting a more famous crowd.
To avoid answering, I look back at the screen.
“Look, there’s already forty-five comments,” she says before scrolling to the section. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I start reading. Instantly, I regret it.
Omg seriously? What does he see in her?
They should’ve cast a different actress
Totally not who I pictured him with at all.
She’s way too skinny – someone get her a burger LOL
That outfit is really unfortunate.
A bit muscular for my taste…
She’s cute–nice to see someone aside from the usual models he dates.
Why does she look so haggard?
No wonder he’s got her at the gym
There are a few nice ones mixed in there, but they mean nothing to me. I snap my eyes away from the screen before Maren scrolls down and reveals more of the nasty comments.
“Oh, these are...” she starts.
“No, no, it’s okay,” I try to dismiss as quickly as possible. I do not want to be talking about this shit with her. Maren’s stunning. I doubt anyone would be so bold as to tear someone like her down online. Me? I know I’m beautiful, logically I know that. But it also feels like I’m stuck in my puberty-mindset of“Oh God, I’m developing before everyone else… Why am I so big and tall and unlike the other girls?”These online comments have my stomach bottoming out.Is this really what I’ve signed myself up for? What I’ll be subjected to now that I’m in the publiceye?
“Looks like there’s something onTroisToitoo,” she says, opening a new tab to one of the most infamous gossip sites around. If people were shitty in the comments of theCelebrity Scenearticle, I imagine it’ll only be worse on this one.
“Actually, that’s okay. I don’t need to see it,” I say quickly, not ready to have my feelings hurt all over again.
“Okay. Well, I have an audition I need to prep for, so…” Maren announces as she stares at her cuticles.
“Right, umm. Break a leg,” I answer awkwardly before shuffling my nearly-naked ass back to my room.
I shut the door firmly, hoping it’ll act as some kind of shield to protect me from the barrage of critical comments I just read. The sound wakes Smokey, and she tosses me a look. As if she knows what’s going on, and how bothered I am by what I read. Slowly, she trudges over to me and rubs her body along my shins. The small, kind gesture is enough to bring me to tears.
Those comments sucked. And what’s worse, is they poked and prodded at feelings I thought I’d moved past. The ones about my body sting with a sharpness I wasn’t expecting. Even though my nutritionist and trainer are ecstatic with the shape I’m in, all I can see are those shitty comments repeating on a loop in my mind. I pull out my phone to distract myself instead of sitting with my feelings.
A minute passes, and I’m surprised to see a message pop up from Jill.
