Hi there
A message popped up my phone. The sender was him.
The first time Miguelo sent a message to Rosie was when he was troubled by their project, in the middle of the night.
This was Rosie's fourth year as a highschool student. She'd recently sat across a popular sports kid in her classroom. Little did she know when she first sat, the guy across her was a veritable cherubim on earth.
Of course, calling him that was just a figure of speech, but Miguelo was such a charismatic, smart guy that the comparison seemed entirely fitting.
His well-groomed, flaxen hair was always silky smooth with a lustrous mood to it. The guy's pale, milky white skin was always soft as if it had never been anything less perfect.
From his shapely nose and majestic jaw line that highlights his delicate, dewy pink lips, every part of him looked like it had been sculpted by a hand of a true master.
Rosie went to the same high school as Miguelo and was in the same grade, so she'd heard plenty about him. Mostly, people talked about his beauty or how he was accomplished in both academics and sports.
Truly, he seemed without a flaw attractive in face and figure and an excellent student. Perhaps most surprising was that he wasn't the least bit stuck-up about it. With his quiet, modest personality, it was no wonder he was so popular.
Sitting right across such a majestic guy would've gotten most boys practically salivating at the mere though. Rosie, however, didn't inted to make a fuss over him or try to get too close.
One day she found him visibly struggling with arts as he didn't really have a knack for it, Rosie tried to shrug it off thinking that even if there's a problem one of his friends would come and help him.
But after a while no one came, his sweats seductively dripped down while he shows a confused and stressed look on the topic itself.
I can't possibly leave the poor guy alone but it'll cost something for me.
"Hey, it's Expressionism." I said while trying to point out how his answer is wrong.
"Huh? Oh right it is, thanks" waving his hand like dismissing me.
I didn't really care about it as I'm just doing it out of good will but Joan was looking at my direction with a grin that made my spine shiver. She went to Jonathan whispering something that I can probably guess already.
I stood up and slammed my hand on their table, "Shut it, it was nothing but a kind gesture of help" trying to intimidate them.
"Oh really? That's not how we saw it" Jonathan said with a face I wanna slap so hard that my palms would turn red. "Yeah right, a kind gesture with that smile on your face is believable" pointing out my lips that seemingly touched a portion of my cheek.
I sat right next to them while looking back at Miguelo, "do you really think I have a chance with him?" While point my thumb at him discreetly. "I could rather write a whole book about a love story than achieve him" I said right before I slump my head into the table.
"Yeah write a love novel about you two lol" a irritating yet interesting idea from Junie. "What?!? No never plus he might be taken already" trying to defend my status as a single girl.
The teasing continued until the teacher arrived and made us do some activities which is fairly easy today.
At home I did my nightly routine and right before sleeping a message popped into my chats. I really didn't expect anything tonight since it's been bland for years now with no new events but it surprised me. It was him.
Hey, thanks for earlier I really needed that. I was thinking if you're free next saturday? I'll treat you something as thanks
Which is weird since I just pointed a mistake out, I didn't really deserved it but if it's free then I'll take it. Also this might be interpreted wrong as a date.
I replied with:
I didn't really do much and didn't expect this but sure since it's your treat. Just know I'm acidic so I can't drink much.
He replied quickly like he expected that I would agree with him. Was he reading my thoughts or is he just that confident. Either way it's still kinda cute.
Alright, I'll meet you at ***** on Saturday.
I sighed a deep one. What did I get myself into, a date with the prince of my class?