Heal { Jayla Walton } (On break)

Beautiful

Cadiann's Pov:

Her ceiling is covered in stars, the type of stars that glow in the dark and don't make you scared when you have to go to bed. I've always wanted those stars.
Her room is clean but not forested, she has a Pride flag hanging above her headboard.
At least that means there's a chance she might like me.
Jayla comes out of the bathroom in red and black pajama pants and a sports bra with the word "BABY GIRL" Tattooed on the left side. Jayla plops down on the bed next to me before turning her head.
"Do you want anything to drink or to snack on?" She asked me as she pulled out a bucket from underneath her bed. From what I can see the bucket is filled with snacks and treats. from Coca-Cola, Pepsi, and ginger ale, to Sour Patch Kids, Twix, and M&M's.
A Coca-Cola sounds really good right now.
"No," I tell her as I watch her eyes follow mine to the can of Coke in the bucket.
"You know, you can have a soda if you want," She tells me, her face slightly worried.
But I can't.
I still shake my head at her. Still, she gets the can of Coke out of the bucket, bringing it to my lips as she pops it open. I back my head away from her but she holds my cheek Softly, pulling me forward.
"You can have the soda if you want it. No one is going to take it away from you," she tells me, bringing the can to my lips.
"But wanting it makes me bad."
I guess I must have said that out loud because her face turns slightly confused and sad.
"You aren't bad for wanting a tiny drink of soda, honey. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise."
There goes that name again.
Honey.
Jayla takes her hand off my cheek, using her thumb to drag my bottom lip down slightly.
"Can you drink some please? for me."
I give her a small nod as I take a tiny sip of the carbonated drink. closing my eyes as it goes down my throat.
I open my eyes to see Jayla staring right at me.She looks down at my lips as she bites her own.
I wish I could look at her all but-
"Are you guys going to kiss?"
Me and Jayla turn to the door to Wanna. I taste blood as I fall off the bed, my lip going between my teeth as I bite down.
"Oww!!!" I say as I push myself off of the ground.
"OH. MY. GOD, Wanna. Look at what you did. Don't you know how to knock?"
"I've never had to knock before. Mom just wanted to know if you and Cadi we'r-"
"Only I can call her Cadi." Jayla interrupts.
"As I was saying, she just wanted to make sure you guys were okay." He finishes.
"Tell her we're fine. Now go."
Javon makes kissy faces at Jayla before closing the door as she throws a pillow at him. Jayla looks down on me, her eyes falling on my bloody lip.
"Come on, let's fix you up." She grabs my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom. She tells me to sit on the sink counter as she gets out a towel, rubbing alcohol, and antibiotic ointment.
"This is going to hurt a little bit," She says as she pours a little bit of rubbing alcohol on the towel, dabbing it on my lip.
I flinch. fisting my hands, wanting to grab something. Jayla takes my hand, interlocking her fingers with mine.
"Don't worry, I got you," She tells me, massaging my hand like earlier.
She wipes off my lip, lightly rubbing the ointment on the cut. She puts everything away before putting her hand on my cheek, lightly rubbing it back and forth. I rest my cheek against her hand.
"I'm definitely not a nurse, but I've learned how to fix up a bloody lip pretty good considering all of Wanna's boxing matches." I let out a tiny hum to let her know I'm listening.
"Do you want to change it to a pair of pajamas? I can loan you some. I'm sure those jeans aren't that comfortable." She offers me.
"I don't think any of your clothes would fit me."
"Why not?" She questions
"I'm... too big. I'm too fat to fit into your clothes," I tell her. She looks angered and disgusted at the same time.
"You're not fat. Plus, I have clothes in all different sizes. What's your size?"
"16 through 18."
"You stay right here, I'll be back," She tells me as she leaves to go to her closet.
Not even 3 minutes later Jayla comes back with black pajama pants with cherries on them and a tank top with the word "Cherry" printed on it.
"These should fit, and if they don't I could always get you something else," She tells me as she puts the pajamas on the counter, leaving me to change.
I pull the bottoms up after putting on the top, looking at my thighs.
They're too big
I'm too big
Nobody wants you
Nobody wants this
You're-
"Don't hate on yourself, you are beautiful." Jayla tells me, walking up to me as she wraps her arms around my waist. Making us both look in the mirror.
"You are not fat," She Whispers in my ear.
"You are plus size. Thick with stretch marks and curves that shape and highlight your body...perfectly," She says to me as she traces the stretch marks on my stomach with her finger. She whispers against my neck.
"I'd rather have a girl as beautiful as you than some skinny twig."