Stitches

Second Stitch

second || Simon

Physics is a bore.

Our teacher was writing complicated formulas on the whiteboard, and I could've sworn 30 seconds ago that that entire board was blank. I just looked away for a split second to grab my notebook and pen, and when I look back—bam—the damn thing was overloaded with numbers and symbols scattered around like dead bodies in a mass murder. The marker was making this ugly squeaking noise every time she writes a line.

See? Even the marker hates Physics. I feel you, marker. Stay chill, we'll make it.

Ma'am Physics was already going on and on and on about how to "solve for the velocity of the 20kg object falling from the height of 61.2 meters," and halfway through writing (Vf)2 = (Vi)2 + 2 a (x - x0) I raised my hands and thought fuck this and decided to play on my phone instead.

I mindlessly look up every now and then to check if the teacher is actually looking. She's not, thank God, and most of my classmates aren't really paying attention either. A few are taking down notes, these are the try-hard ones, the gifted holy few who can actually understand this crap (screw them). A few are chatting among themselves. Some are using their phones. Others are trying to play it innocent and pretend they're actually listening, but in reality they're just staring mindlessly at the board.

And then there was her.

Perci isn't really listening, and I'm not surprised. She's doodling something on the back of her notebook. She's bent over, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and is biting her lower lip.

She looks adorable.

When she's done, she leans back into her chair and studies her work. She frowns for a bit, tears the piece of paper from her notebook, and crumples it.

Ma'am Physics seems to notice this, so then she asks, "Miss Barrett? With the force of gravity, how fast will the object fall?"

Without skipping a beat, she stands up and says, "With the force of gravity, the object would fall with the speed of 20 meters per second."

Ma'am Physics considers this, and nods, "That is correct, Miss Grayson. But please, pay more attention," and then goes back to talking mindlessly.

At this, Perci sits and goes back to doodling, as if nothing even happened.

I love it how she does that. How she looks as if she doesn't pay a single shit at whatever is happening in this classroom, but she still knows what she's doing. How is that even possible?

I looked at her, and realized that she's just amazing like that, I guess.

With the force of gravity, how fast will the object fall? I wrote on the back of my notebook.

I scribbled my answer underneath it:

Even if there wasn't gravity on Earth, I'd still fall for her.

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Author's Note: So far so good.