Another Cheesy Romance: Newton's Balls Anyone?

Another Cheesy Romance: Newton’s Balls Anyone?

Keith nodded his head like a bobbing toy listening to the “Hey Hey”s and “Yeah Yeah”s of David Guetta’s song “Memories”. “It’s getting late but I don’t mind!” Keith sang along, thinking of the times he used to next to Fiona in music class. The sky was a shade of hot pink, lavender and a hint of black spread over the sky like coffee spreads over paper.

Fiona looked down her window; Keith was in his backyard like always, listening to music at full blast. It was an ironic cliché on Fiona’s part to fall in love with Keith, but she always cheered herself up by thinking, even if Keith is my soul mate at least he’s not an ogre like Shrek. She thought about how she could be so sure, she was just in the seventh grade.

Fiona had Biology, Physics and Math with Keith which meant that Fiona was able to stare at her crush almost every day. The more Fiona examined her choice, the more she noticed how much of a classic bad boy Keith was and how much of a classic goodie-two-shoe she was.

The desire of desire is more enticing than the real desire itself, Fiona thought as she tried to concentrate on why that pale white piece of meat with brown highlighted hair and a bad boy attitude come across like a hunk to her. Was it his lean muscles? Was it the fact that he was captain of the football team?

The girl with the long hair, Fiona, had always drawn Keith eyes. She was pretty, just frustratingly pretty. No matter how many times he changed the pages of the calendar each month, he always saw Fiona as the girl from second grade. The question was; did she remember him too?

Secretly Keith wished that never had gone abroad, so that Fiona would not consider him a foreigner. However, Keith had no luck but hopes that she would recognize him through all the layers of jock and would remember the Valentine’s Day card he had made her when he was incredibly love at six.

Fate always charms people with luck at certain points in life. Physics had always been Keith’s worst nightmare, yet Fiona was a natural. Their teacher jumbled up the best with the worst and thus made pairs for the classes next assignment; Newton’s cradle. Take a guess, who do you think was Fiona’s partner?

Fiona was a straight A student, the scholarship holder for getting the highest marks in school, no matter how adorable Keith was he was also a happy-go-lucky care-free and absolutely menacing person who was terrible in physics.

Her chain of thought was broken as a noise broke the silence. “Click, click, click.” The metal balls of Newton’s cradle sounded as they crashed against each other. Fiona remembered the chaos when a 9th grader wrote across “NEWTON’S BALLS”; no one could stop laughing about it.

Fiona tugged at her hair as the continuous sound of the “Newton’s Balls” began to disturb her. She headed towards the Physics lab on the fourth floor. The Lab was occupied by none other than Keith himself.

Knowing that getting good grades was very important to Fiona, Keith was wrecking havoc on his head, trying to understand the simple law. Fiona was surprised to see her crush reading the most unnecessary things about Newton as the metal pieces hit each other continuously. She just shook her head.

“Keith, you do know that by Newton’s cradle they mean that experiment not the cradle in which Newton slept in as a baby, don’t you?”

“Very funny. I guess poking fun at people is a part of you.”

“Well, when a boy gives a girl a card with melted messy chocolate covering the whole inside that tastes like shit in the second grade, poking fun is something deserved right?"

Keith’s eyes widened with every word Fiona pronounced. He cornered her in the corner of the bookshelves,

“What did you just say?”

“Everything you wanted to hear.”

With that Keith pulled closer to his sweetheart and gives something that no card or any sweetness in chocolate could compare to; an initiation to love, a beautiful kiss.