Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

XXXVI

| Y/N's POV |

'Slut'

'She's only with her for fame'

'She came even satisfy her'

'Home wrecker'

'Jenna needs a man, not a girl'

'Y/N wasn't made to love'

Comment after comment, I slowly crawled say it's the shadows of my bedroom. Today there wasn't much going on, I had a few interviews with the cast tomorrow but that's it. So I wallowed away in self pity.

These hate comments haven't stopped. At first, there were one or two in my comment section but then it turned to people requesting to message me personally with those hateful comments. Then that was all my comment section was full of.

I had to disable them, limit the comments to my friends only.

I've been having a really hard time with them. I know that every time I disable them, Jenna asks why and my response is always 'it limits how many notifs I get.' I haven't had the guts to tell her about these things and I wasn't even sure if she checked the comments herself. If so, she'd have said something by now.

Jenna wasn't one to put up with shit like that. She might receive it herself and do nothing of it, but the moment someone bad mouths me, well...

"Say it again, I dare you." Jenna shoved a random ass man who was getting up all in my face, calling me a whore and slut. "I fucking dare you to say it again to her face with me here."

The man didn't say anything and with the help of our bodyguard, I managed to drag Jenna away. "Pussy." She spat at him as I pulled her arm around my waist, keeping my head down as she cooled off.

When we got in the car and began taking off, Jenna grabbed my hands and looked at me. "You know I just wanna protect you." I lightly smiled and laid my head back against her chest. She sighed softly, combing her fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry, I just get so angry when people are like that to you. I feel the need to protect you."

"I'm okay." I whispered reassuringly to her. I felt Jenna kiss the back of my neck lovingly. "I'm okay."

It's come to the point in my life where it feels so mentally exhausting. With all these hate comments, I've slowly slipped back to my dysmorphia problem or otherwise known as BDD - Body Dysmorphic Disorder. Every comment about my body, personality, music, etc. is driving me insane. It's just fueling the hate that I had for myself.

I don't want to go back to the nights where I broke every mirror in my house because of how I looked. I didn't want to get rid of clothes to that look perfect on me now, but my mind thinking that I'm fat. I don't need to relapse to self harming.

"I really think you should tell, Jenna." I took a visit to Billie's house. I was more than happy to find out she was home for the day, having another concern coming up soon. "This is serious and I've seen that side of you before, Y/N/N, it's never good. I was so fucking scared for you." Billie's hand slipped under my shirt to rub my back - she knew it was a way to calm me down.

I sighed into her shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. "I know, I know. I'm trying my hardest. It's just so fucking tiring trying to ignore them, Bil." I looked up at her with teary eyes. "How do you do it?"

"I don't know, sweetie." Billie's face softened, she wiped the few tears that dropped. "I wish I knew a secret to making it all better, but I don't. No matter what you do or say in life, there will always be someone hating on you. But you have to remember that it's all out of pure jealousy. You know why?"

"Why?" I sniffled.

Billie smiled lightly. "Because they don't have the things that you do: real love, real friends, living your dream. You made all this possible and those fuckers are just jealous." Billie grabbed my phone, unlocking it since she knew my passcode and clicked on Jenna's contact. "Don't let them get to you, babe, and call your girlfriend to help you."

"You're the best." I kissed Billie's cheek as I hugged the life out of her. She laughed softly and rubbed my back, pulling away to hand me my phone. I hesitantly grabbed it before dialing my Jen's number. "Baby? Hi, I'm okay. Yeah, I just need to talk to you."