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.

"The reason I also recommended 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 those trying-hard girls."

and she

worry, he's harmless." She chuckled and winked at me as well. Somehow, I am hurt

a relationship?" I whispered near her ears that

worry. It will be sooner than you expect."

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

have questions,

I guess that's all

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

walked. I sighed as I stood on my post. I am now assigned at the library baggage

a bit lonely but I have to endure it for my siblings

here."

as I looked at the number 65 printed in number tags. I lifted

glanced at him and I can see him looking at his wristwatch. I can feel that

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

hair down to the bigger part of

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

sure that he's gone already. I am

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

I put my hands on my cheek as I put my elbows on the counter table as I am waiting for the other students to get their things or

him when he's a regular student here? I feel

part-time waitresses in a popular fast-food chain. I am thankful that somehow they are accepting students as their waiters or waitresses that

uniform and brown khaki pants. I also wore a hairnet and a visor too.

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