tw: eating disorders
Mya's POV
i queued in line under the pasta stall cuz we were both craving italian and paige went to find seats for us as well to put down our bags.
it was finally my turn to order, i ordered an upsize pasta along with some fries and a large drink, before taking my card out to pay.
however, my card was soon taken out of my hands infront of my eyes by an arm i know all to well. paige.
"how many times do i have to tell you im paying for all our stuff hm? food included." she recalled, taking her own card to pay. she just wants to spoil me all she can with the money she has, most from her sponsors. which i gave up on fighting over her on paying stuff because i could never win her.
plus, she buys me stuff that i dont need, but claims i do. and mind you, they are NOT CHEAP. i honestly dont know if thats a good or a bad thing that i have paige wrapped around my finger.
we waited for our order to be collected as paige just kept me protectively close to her, an arm around my shoulders, chin on my head.
5 minutes later, we got our food and were currently at the table where paige reserved, a few of her teammates joining us as well.
out of nowhere, kk being the one who comes up with the most wild and unexpected ideas, decided to host a party just for the team later, at paige's and hers dorm, like always.
of course everyone included paige and i agreed, but i had a feeling about me that this party was going to be a bit funky.
i ate 1/4 of the pasta, leaving paige with the other 3/4, but as much as she wanted me to eat more, she wasnt the type to force food into me or any of that sort. no one could ever make me hate her.
who could even hate her?
nevertheless, truth be told, i was always insecure about my body and the way i looked, thats why three years ago, i skipped breakfast and lunch daily, only eating dinner with a few snacks throughout the day.
i know it was an unhealthy habit of mine, i desperately needed to change this, but i cant seem to. i didnt wanna seek for a professional either. no one could ever make me like them.
the only people who knew about this was haylie and matthew. but im thankful matthew has always been there to help me. he wouldnt force feed me or threaten, or trash talk, none of that sort. instead, he would encourage me and help me see the bright side of a healthy diet, and on days where i didnt feel like caring, he would be understanding and comfort me by telling that it was okay and we could try again the next day.
but back to the present where i was currently having lunch with paige, i wasnt as insecure as then, but i still lacked the motivation to eat.
paige has had suspicions of this, but never really questioned about it, which i was grateful for. but i know sooner or later, the cat would be out of the bag.
"cmon baby, just one more mouth." paige coaxed as she held the forkful of twirled pasta around the fork, infront of my mouth.
my eyes widened at the sight, but i had no choice. i was infront of paige, and her teammates as well. but i most definitely couldnt put on a bad impression of myself as paige's girlfriend either. so unwillingly, i forced myself to eat the forkful of pasta, the guilt still gnawing at me.
thankfully, she didnt feed me anymore after that. instead, she ate with her right hand, her left intertwining with mine that was placed on her lap, her thumb rubbing my knuckles as if to soothe me. i could never get tired of this feeling.
author's note
i wrote this in like 10 mins. next chapter is gonna be about the party probably, but i promise im going to add a smut inside. either just teasing or actual. who knows? we'll see.
