A FATEFUL CHANCE

CHAPTER 8: SOMEONE SPECIAL

She's almost speechless. Arianne looked at Deandra, confused and amused at the same time.

"You know what, Deandra, as I observe you looking at Andrew, it's like you're seeing a ghost. What happened?"

"Well, don't mingle with guys. The reason is that, I am too shy to even look at any male available around me."

"Oh I see. Don't worry. Andrew is nice and friendly. He's popular here among girls because he's really studious." She giggled as she tapped my arm with his hand.

'Oh, so his name is Andrew...' I kept these words to myself.

I nodded in awe as I listened to Arianne.

"Well, I don't see you as a threat," Arianne added while looking at me from head to toe while grinning. What was she even thinking about?

"...so I allow you to talk to him. Please get used to his presence."

"What do you mean, 'get used to his presence?"

"Well, he's a daily visitor here in the school library. He loves studying more than anything, you know."

"Oh, that's why."

"That is one of the reasons why I wanted to be assigned here because he's only mine and mine alone." She said as she winked.

well, aside from you, being a trustworthy friend, I don't think you'll be his type so I agreed. I recommended you instead of

I exclaimed and she laughed at

Don't worry, he's harmless." She chuckled and winked at me as well. Somehow, I am hurt because of

whispered near her ears that she chuckled

"Well, not as of the moment but don't you worry. It will be sooner than you

not wondering anymore. As

you still have questions, my dear?"

that's all for today."

until the end of this week at 7:00-9:00PM. I nodded and smiled in a very

her hair swayed following how she walked. I sighed as I stood on my post. I am now assigned at the library baggage counter.

to endure it for my siblings and for our mom as

"Miss, here."

65 printed in number tags. I lifted my head to see who it

"Miss? Can you give me my backpack now? I am in a hurry." I glanced at him and I can see him looking at his wristwatch. I

I avoided my gaze on him as much as possible. I found the 65th

of my face as I look at the other

"Thanks." He grabbed it and put it on his shoulders and started to walk away as he whistled. I can still smell his scent that seemed

gone already. I am happy that somehow

It's just sad that I haven't gotten his family name. I want to search him on facebook. At least, stalking him there won't make me accountable

the counter table as I am waiting for the other students

he's a regular student here? I feel like having an unwanted shadow whenever our paths will cross.

to my last part-time job for today, as one of those part-time waitresses in a popular fast-food chain. I am thankful that somehow they are accepting students as their waiters or waitresses that could work for them at least a minimum of two hours per day.

uniform into the restaurant's standard collared-shirt uniform and brown khaki pants.

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