Sergeant of Arms Angel

Him.

Park Shiyon. A.K.A, Park Sean.

   The gentle breeze kissed his natural brown hair, tossing it lightly from side to side as it blew over and over again. Roaming down to his facial features which were perfectly chiseled to perfection, a face that shines with innocence and prosperity. Eyebrows that arched over his brown orbs that were now covered with his dainty eyelids. Travelling south, you could see that his lips were parted in cutest way known to man, his chest heaving steadily as he exhaled puffs of air. His bow-shaped lips perfectly pink and smooth. His smooth skin was the victim of the glaring of sunlight-

   "So perfect," I mumbled in awe, my shaky hands pressing the camera's capture button, successfully capturing his perfect features to fawn over later. Oh! I think it's mighty time to introduce myself, since everyone must have heard how I just described my love's features.

   I'm Aeyla Marie del Monte. Nope, I am not related to anyone who owns or works in the Del Monte Foods Company, though I wish I was. Hey, even if it was a pet food company, at least truckloads of money would stop by my house.

   But I am not, sadly, part of it. I am just an ordinary student, studying in Elysium High. Yes, it's a high school here in the Philippines. It's sadly not considered very popular, but that didn't hinder us from having fun on our own.

   Sitting here in Mr. Santos' Math class is very, very, boring. I am telling you, I'd rather jump off a cliff than hear another lesson about how to get the slope. Why the hell would I need to learn that? I want to learn how to get a job, raise a family and make money.

But hey, at least I can find the area of a triangle. Pft.

   I snapped another picture of the sleeping angel, right beside the worn out white window pane. Park Sean always sleeps in Math class, for the past three years I've stalked him- Er, been his classmate.

   My classmates were totally oblivious to my photography session. Everyone knew I did that, except the angel himself. How could he? He sleeps a lot. Yeah, yeah. Sleeping isn't allowed in class, but seriously, if I was the teacher, I'd let him sleep through the whole day just to see his angelic and pure features.

   I wrinkled my nose in disgust as Mr. Santos' booming but droning voice danced its way to my ears. I hated Math, and I hated the teacher as well. Always giving pop quizzes that were so hard, I actually burst out crying on time.

Ssh. That's our secret. And the whole student body's.

   Whatever. Only the people on the top of the class listen to him, and they were at the front, entertaining his weird questions as we people in the back thank our lucky stars he hasn't noticed us not listening.

I snapped a few more pictures of him, and it was easy because he was a seat diagonal from me, before putting the camera on my open notebook, full of scribbles of "Aeyla Marie del Monte Park" and "Park Aeyla <3"

   I sighed loudly, half hoping that Mr. Santos would get the message that half of the class (90% actually) is about to die from boredom, and the first person to drop down dead will be me. As the other girls sat petite on their seats, their hair fixed, uniform in place, fair skinned leg crossed over the other, I was the opposite.

   I completely slumped on my chair, my legs spread a little, not caring since I had cycling shorts on inside. My uniform was wrinkled, my hair a huge mess because I didn't bother to tie it neatly and right now, my hand flew up my face to unconsciously pop a zit.

   What?! It was huge! And I didn't want it to keep growing. I didn't believe in those rumors where you pop a zit and it just moves to another part of your face to grow. Excuse me, my face is not a village where you can have your zit families. It is an ocean of cleanliness.

Well, at least when I was five.

   I wasn't exactly the girl who washes her face all night and all day. With pressure of school and house chores, I don't think I could remember that.

My forefinger and thumb started to squeeze the zit as I endured the stinging pain, my eyes narrowing.

A little bit more---

Dust flew up my nose at that instant, and I let it all go.

"ACHOW!"

   "HOLY- Ms. del Monte! How dare you disrupt my class! Do you want to be sent out of this classroom?" Mr. Santos scolded me immediately, his hands on his wide hips as his belly threatened to pop out of his white buttoned shirt. I groggily wiped the snot with my uniform sleeve.

   "If you don't want to be kicked out of this class, find X!" He shouted at me angrily, the whole class turning silent, a few snickers from the boys at the back. I sighed and stood up, not bothering to straighten out my skirt, walking up to my Math teacher. I rolled my eyes, grabbed a chalk, and encircled the X that was clearly on the blackboard.

   "There, there's your X. But if you're talking about your past women, I'm sorry, but she ain't going back for you. Mhm." I puckered my lips and put a hand on my waist, raising an eyebrow. Yes, I had an attitude. Did I mind? No.

The class burst out laughing as Mr. Santos got red on the face, turning into a full grown tomato.

"Sit. Down." He hissed as I rolled my eyes, walking back to my seat with confidence- before I tripped over someone's shoe and fell face flat on the ground.

I stood up, glaring at the boy who did it who had a smirk on his face.

"YAH! I'm already ugly, and you want to make me uglier?! Do you want my pimples to haunt your family?!"

   "SIT DOWN MS. DEL MONTE! YOU WILL CLEAN THIS CLASSROOM LATER!" Mr. Santos roared as I huffed, glaring at the boy before going back to seat, glancing at Park Sean to make sure he was still sleeping. And yes, the angel was still in his peaceful slumber.

   The bell rang, signaling that Math class was over. The students cheered as Mr. Santos gathered up his things, casting one evil look at me as I stuck my tongue out at him. He walked out of the room, and my classmates started to chat with each other.

   I laid my chin on elbow that rested on my brown table, still staring at the sleeping Park Sean, his well-built arms from being a student-athlete, crossed over one another, his long legs disappearing under the seat of the girl in front him. She was shamelessly watching Sean as well. I took my camera, taking one last look at him, and browsed through the pictures I've got of him.

There was one when he was playing volleyball with his teammates.

There was one where he was walking to school.

And there's also one where he was eating lunch.

   All those were captured by me. Why? Well, capturing a moment makes it easier to treasure it, right? And besides, after one more year of high school, he and I will graduate and never see each other again. He'll be going to United States as I will stay back here and fulfill my dreams- whatever they were.

   See? And the fact that he will never notice me adds to the hurt. When he and I finally leaves, he'll not know me as "a girl he found interesting" he'll just know me as someone he went to class with when he's sitting around the fire with his beautiful wife and kids with his yearbook on his lap, pointing to my pimple-populated face.

   But I'm a determined shorter-than-5'0-girl. I'm going to make him notice. In a good way of course! And let him remember me as someone... well, as someone he remembers. Three years of loving Park Sean will not go to waste, for I, Aeyla Marie del Monte, will do my best for this school year.

To make him notice me.

   A goofy smile snuck on my lips as I giggled and looked at a picture of him sleeping. Just then, I heard the girls and boys from my right side whispering.

"She's a joker, isn't she?"

"Yeah, but she's a stupid girl. Seriously, this is the easiest lesson this week!"

"I wonder how she'll graduate."

"She'll probably cheat."

   I gritted my teeth and slammed my hands on my table, the camera jolting out of my table, but I didn't care. Nobody talks shit about me and gets away with it.

I turned towards the people who were whispering, my eyes narrowing dangerously.

   "What. Did. You. Say. About. Me?" I asked in a low tone, anger coursing swiftly through my veins as my hands itched to punch and strangle something. Or someone. The most popular girl in class - Bella de Guzman - smirked and flipped her long black hair over her shoulder, exposing her thin shoulders that people call "sexy"

Pft, what's sexy about showing bones? There's meat in us for a reason. So everyone won't be reminded that we have a skeleton inside us.

   "You're stupid. You can't even solve for the slope? That's freaking easy, even a freshman can do it. I don't even know how you pass your classes with an IQ under 65-"

"AHHH!" A loud cry erupted from the depths of my diaphragm as I stood on my seat, jumping on Bella who was already standing up. Since she was a few inches taller than me, and considerably larger, it was easy to cling on her and hit her multiple times.

   "I AM NOT STUPID!" I cried over and over as I sent slaps on her face, hitting her on the shoulders, my legs wrapped around her as to not fall. My classmates were roaring for the fight to get more serious, and I was burning with hate for the girl when suddenly, I was pried off by two boys and Bella was saved by none other than the angel himself-

Park Sean.

   My face burned with embarrassment, waiting for Sean to shout at me or something. My classmates were arranging the chairs and tables so that our next teacher, Ms. May, won't suspect a thing. Sean just sent a glare over to me, one that shattered my fragile heart especially for him.

I could get scolded at by anybody, and I won't care.

But, if it's from him? A simple look of distaste could set my mood to sad for the whole day.

   All eyes were on our Sergeant of Arms, completely doing his job well. He was well fit with the job in our class. Everyone listens to him, and no one dares to upset him. Why? One, because he gets really violent when he's mad. Two, I'm after whoever made him mad.

You don't want this Chihuahua on your tail.

"Everyone, clean up."

   No more words were said as everyone started to fix the surroundings, the two boys letting go of my arms which started to ache because of their tight grip. I brushed my uniform of dust, straightening it out to look at least half-decent. I don't want to scare anyone today.

   Right on cue, Ms. May walked in and we all seated and kept quiet. Guiltiness enveloped me, and I was unable to concentrate on the quiz that Ms. May has pulled on our class. The scratching of pens and clicks of the calculators echoed in our room, and nothing was heard but that. The Chemistry formulas seemed to float off the page, and I felt guiltier, since Chemistry was the only subject I'm good at.

   "What do we have here?" Ms. May suddenly asked the whole class. I looked up, relieved to have a distraction besides Park Sean (who was cutely pouting at the hard questions). She held my blue digital camera up in the air, and once more, I heard Bella and her minions snicker in delight.

Oh God.

Please no.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE--

"Park Sean? Why are their numerous photos of you in - Oh, there's a name! - Aeyla's camera?"

Oh, screw me.