Mutual Feelings | A Wenclair Love Story

Chapter 37: Distracted.

Caution warning!! Panic attacks and mention of suicide/suicidal thoughts!!

Wednesday, March 6th, 2023
8:53AM
Wednesday's POV

Two days ago, my girlfriend came back to our dorm room with herself, her best friend, and her ex-boyfriend with a near-dead body wrapped in a blanket.

Two days ago, I put a bright pink dress and traditional drag attire on a near-dead body and tied it to the fountain in the quad. Written on the dress was the phrase, 'Pretty in pink.' In addition, I added a second sign pointing to the near-dead body that read, 'You get what you give.'

Two days ago, Asher Fleet found out that when he threatens to out my girlfriend, I'd dress him up like a doll and make a show out of him publicly.

Respectfully, of course.

Nevertheless, he's in the hospital at the moment and is expected to return to school afterward. You might be thinking, why is he allowed back into the school? Is he not going to get into trouble? Well, no. Technically Ajax started the physical fight between the two of them, even if Asher was the one morally incorrect. So, neither of them fessed up, knowing that if one of them snitched, the other would be in just as much trouble. Besides, I like it better if Asher is still at Nevermore. That way it's easier to watch him and make sure he's not up to no good.

Right now, I'm in statistics with Enid, Yoko, and Kent. I feel distracted, although, I don't believe it's the Asher situation distracting me. I feel like I've felt distracted for a while. I'm not sure what in particular has been on my mind, but I would appreciate figuring it out soon. It's starting to get on my nerves, not knowing what it is. I can feel someone's eyes in me, so naturally, I turn my head to Enid. She's staring at me softly, a small smile forming on the ends of her lips as I make eye contact with her. It's not how her normal smile looks, this is more...concerned in a way. I have a feeling she knows I've been distracted recently, and if she doesn't, she definitely does now. The smile on her face fades slightly, turning her head to look to the front of the room, then back to me. I can't think straight when looking at her...fitting. Her expression has changed. She looks more confused now, the concern still present. She's moving her lips...speaking to me but I can't hear her. Is she saying something? Pull it together Addams.

"Wednesday." She says to me with a worried look. I snap out of my thoughts as she tilts her head to the front of the room. I turn to face Mr. Owen's as he stares at me, pointing to the board with an unreasonably long equation written off to the side.

"6.8, in simplified form." I state in my usual tone, setting aside the fact and can't seem to focus. Mr. Owen's looks to the board for a moment to check the answer. No need to, I know it's correct. My math skills aside, he's done this exact equation before.

I remain still in my seat, well...mostly still. I can feel my body tensing for some reason, and I don't know why. It's aggravating. Everything about my recent headspace is aggravating. I feel like I'm moving at an extremely slow and fast pace all at once, like my body is caving in on itself in this very moment. I'm not sure what's happening. Could it be the fact I'm so distracted? What was originally a mild feeling is quickly becoming a larger, more prominent sensation. I'm tense, and it's not going away. Why do I feel on edge, paranoid, what's happening?

I look down at my lap, noticing that my right leg is bouncing up and down, moving a short distance, but quickly. I try to stop it, but I can't. Why can't I stop my own leg from bouncing? This is ridiculous. I can feel my body tense up more, almost like I'm unable to move except for my leg. My thoughts are racing, none of which being partially helpful when trying to figure out my behavior.