Strawberry Lipstick - Y.B Imagines

July 14th: Studying

X ADHD reader

Your fingers repetitively tapped against the glossy paper as you hopelessly tried to concentrate on the English textbook which lay on your bedroom table in front of you, your leg kicking the table leg at the same time.

"I need to revise for this,"

That was what you kept telling yourself. This was a big exam for university but nothing was getting you to focus. Every method under the sun. But that was possibly one of the most annoying parts about your ADHD.

When you can't focus, you can't. And nothing is going to change when you're out of focus. It's not like you're distracted by something. There's nothing else that keeps prying your attention away from the textbook, it just seems a flip has been switched in your brain.

And that switch makes all the words on a page a difficult and blurry mess, and it seems the words do a dance on the page until you're skipping paragraph after paragraph. So, before you knew it, you'd skipped the whole page and not retained anything from it.

You gritted your teeth as you skipped to the next page of the textbook. Trying to focus on the words, it became a blur. You read the words, but what it meant didn't retain in your brain. No matter how many times you read or reread it.

Now, you were getting frustrated with yourself. As irrational as it was, and you knew it was, you blamed yourself. It was so stupid to you. You hated yourself for it. Why couldn't you just focus on a few words!? Millions of people did it. Everyday.

Why did you have to make such a big deal out of it? "Fucking pathetic," You said to yourself. Kicking the wall which was opposite to the table, you dug your nails into your thigh. You usually tapped against your thigh in habit but this was more intense than usual.

Your nails dug into your thigh, deeply. You lost track of how long it was dug into your thigh, until you moved your hand away from your thigh, your thigh had 5 small red marks in a curve across it. Meanwhile, Dom was on his way over.

He knew you were prone to overworking yourself, so if he could even make it a little bit better for you, he would. So he'd gotten some McDonalds for you. Getting your regular order as well as his, he left the restaurant to go to yours.

"Omw to yours darling, I got u some dinner 🖤🖤" He sent in a text. Not thinking anything of it, he put his phone in his pocket, walking down a few more roads to your house. Reaching out into his pocket, he pulled out the keys to your flat.

Dom was the person that you'd trusted with your house keys. He was around so much anyways that you decided he could let himself in when he pleased. Opening the front door, Dom stepped into the house. "Y/N!" He shouted out for you, closing the door.

He was confused, taking off his shoes, being met by silence. You were normally the type to come running down the stairs to greet him, not to leave him with the silent treatment. Especially since you two hadn't had any sort of argument.

Going upstairs, he saw you through the open door of your bedroom. Your head was buried in your hands, the textbook slammed shut in front of you. "Hey, hey, Y/N my love, what happened?" He asked, quickly running from the top steps of the stairs and to you.

"Can't fucking concentrate," You said in a defeated voice, looking at him with puffy eyes. Looking down, Dom saw the red marks in your legs. "What do you mean love?" He asked. "I'm trying to revise for this English test in a few weeks, and I can't fucking concentrate," You said.