A FATEFUL CHANCE

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.

don't think you'll be his type so I agreed. I recommended you instead of those trying-hard

crazy!" I exclaimed and

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

relationship?" I whispered near her ears that she chuckled right

of the moment but don't you worry. It will be sooner than

petite. She's fashionable and I am not wondering anymore. As a tourism student, she can

still have questions, my dear?"

that's all

I nodded and smiled in a very awkward way. I am still thankful that Arianne is a bit friendly to me. I noticed she's comfortable with people whom she thought

looked at her as 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 well.

here."

in number tags. I lifted my head to see

my backpack now? I am in a hurry." I glanced at him and I can see him looking at his wristwatch. I can feel that he's getting impatient.

as much as possible. I found the 65th slot box and placed his heavy

of my face as I look at the other direction.

his shoulders and started to walk away as he whistled. I can still smell his scent that seemed to stick on

I am sure that he's gone already. I am happy that somehow he's not interested in looking at my face.

is Andrew. 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

as I put my elbows on the counter table as I am waiting for the other students to get their things or to put it here for a while as they go inside the library.

regular student here?

turned into hours and it is already 7:00PM. I got ready to go 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

restaurant's standard collared-shirt uniform and brown khaki pants. I also wore a hairnet and