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.

you, being a trustworthy friend, I don't think you'll be his type so I

exclaimed and she laughed at

Don't worry, he's harmless." She chuckled and winked at me as well. Somehow,

near her ears that she chuckled

It will be sooner than you expect." She replied

wondering anymore. As a tourism student, she can handle

still have questions,

I guess that's all for today."

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 to her.

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

have to endure it for my siblings and for our mom as well.

"Miss, here."

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

my backpack now? I am in a hurry." I glanced at him

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

I let my hair down to the bigger part of my face as

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

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

I want to search him on facebook. At

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 to put it here for

hide from him when he's a regular student here? I feel like having an

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

and brown khaki pants. I also wore a hairnet

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