𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Seven

a/n - trigger warning for self harm

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The twisting waterfall rained down on Jayden. She massaged her hands through her hair, bubbly white coating her fingers. She closed her eyes, sighing softly as she leaned back into the stream of water coming out of the shower head.

She hummed quietly to herself as she lathered her hair with conditioner. She gently combed her fingers through her damp locks before leaning back into the water again to wash it out.

Her bubble of peace suddenly burst when the door opened and Santana walked in.

"Santana, what the hell?!" she snapped, quickly using her arms to cover what she could, making a mental note to get a shower curtain to put over the clear liner.

"Relax, I just came to get that body wash you stole from me," Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Your dads said you were up here."

"And you couldn't have waited until I was out of the shower and fully clothed? This is an invasion of privacy!"

"Just give me my shit back, and I'll get out of your hair!"

"Fine, I don't want your stupid cocoa butter body wash anyway!" Jayden took the tube of soap out of the shower catty. She pulled the liner back so that she could chuck it at Santana before sitting down on the floor of the shower and hugging her knees to her chest, keeping her gaze glued to the chipping purple polish on her toes. "Get the fuck out."

Santana raised her hands in mock surrender, rolling her eyes as she left the bathroom. Jayden bit her lip, leaning her head onto her knees as she began to cry quietly, the smell of cocoa butter lingering on her body after she'd used her ex's body wash.

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Jayden walked out of the bathroom, her hair dampening her – Brittany's – hoodie, which she always wore on cold nights like these. She rolled her eyes with an annoyed sigh when she spotted Santana laying on her bed playing with Stitch.

"Why are you still here?" she asked, her jaw clenching. "I don't want anything to do with you."

"Yeah, and that's the problem," Santana stated. She got up off the bed and walked over to Jayden with her brows furrowed. "You're acting like we weren't ever close before."

"You left!" Jayden snapped.

"I was setting you free!"

"That is such bullshit!"

Stitch let out a soft, unamused bark as he watched the two exes fight with his ears raised and face scrunched.

"God, you're being so fucking dramatic," Santana spat.

"Says the one that walked in on their ex-girlfriend naked in the shower," Jayden scoffed, rolling her eyes as she pushed past Santana. "You need to learn to knock. You're the reason they invented door locks."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before," Santana grumbled, crossing her arms and shuffling her foot on the carpet.

Jayden's jaw clenched, and she spun around. Before she could even think, her hand collided with Santana's cheek. The older girl gasped, and Jayden's eyes went wide in horror. She didn't even have time to apologize before Santana reflexed and swung at her, slapping her just as hard – if not harder – than she had hit her.

Her face instantly washed with regret when tears immediately filled Jayden's eyes, the same terror in them that she'd seen when she bullied the girl sophomore year.