The Physics of Heartbreak Chapter 2

That interaction broke the ice.

We moved from comments to DMs. Whenever I got stuck, I’d message him. By the next video, he’d have an explanation woven into his content.

I spent my breaks watching his videos—it was my only form of relaxation that also felt productive.

By the time midterms rolled around, I scored a 98 on my Physics final.

I excitedly DM’d him:

"OP! I got a 98!"

"Not bad. Keep it up."

Initially, I was just happy he saw it. But then I realized... he replied!

I was buzzing with adrenaline.

My grades skyrocketed across the board. Even my teachers were stunned.

My desk mate, Zoe, looked at my test paper like it was an alien artifact.

"Did you get a brain transplant? Spit it out! Did you hire a private tutor?"

"No, just found someone online to answer a few questions."

"Who? Wait... are you e-dating?" She gasped.

I shook my head frantically. "No, no!"

We weren’t there yet.

At most... it was a crush?

I’m a sucker for intelligence. PhysicsPhreak was a genius; it was normal to admire him.

I just wished I knew which university he attended. Maybe one day, we could meet up and compare notes in person.