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.

you, 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

Gosh, you're crazy!" I exclaimed and she

worry, he's harmless." She chuckled and winked at me as well. Somehow, I am hurt because of how she looked at me as if

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

you worry. It will be sooner than you expect." She replied as

and petite. She's fashionable and I am not wondering anymore. As a

have questions,

guess that's all for

"Okay. If you don't have questions, I will leave you here. Please go home by 7:00 PM. Kelly will still have her duty until the end of this week at 7:00-9:00PM. 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 isn't a threat

she walked. I sighed as I stood on my post. I am

to endure it for my siblings

"Miss, here."

as I looked at the number 65 printed in number tags. I lifted my head to see who it was, I turned my back right

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

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

the bigger part of

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

I sighed with relief after I am sure that he's gone already. I am happy that somehow he's not interested in looking at my

his family name. I want to search him on facebook. At

my cheek 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

think I have a problem now. How long could I hide from him when he's a regular student here? I feel like having an unwanted shadow whenever our paths will cross.

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

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