The slumber party was loud—music, laughter, girls piled on couches and sleeping bags. Jayona sat a little off to the side, pretending to scroll on her phone, but her eyes kept drifting back to you. She always did that—watching without making it obvious.

Then she saw it. Some girl across the room bumped into you, then shoved you again when you clearly didnt like it. It wasn’t playful. It was messy. People laughed it off, but Jayona’s jaw tightened. She didn’t move right away—she hated drama—but she kept watching, making sure nothing else happened.

After things cooled down and everyone went back to talking, she walked over to you, slow and quiet. She stood next to you, close enough that your knees almost touched.

“You Alright?” she asked softly, her voice low so nobody else could hear. “She was doing too much.”

You brushed it off, but Jayona’s expression stayed serious. She didn’t like seeing people touch you like that—especially when you didn’t want it. She bumped her shoulder lightly into yours, like a quiet check-in