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.

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.

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

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

in a relationship?" I whispered near

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

not wondering anymore. As a tourism student,

questions, my dear?"

guess that's all for

and smiled in a very awkward way. I am still thankful that Arianne is a bit

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.

It's a bit lonely but I have to endure it for

"Miss, here."

tags. I lifted my

give me my backpack now? I am in a hurry." I glanced at him and I can

grabbed the number tag as I avoided my gaze on him as much as possible. I found the 65th slot box

of

to walk away as he whistled.

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

that I haven't gotten his family name. I want to search him on facebook. At least, stalking him there won't

as I am waiting for the other students to get their things or to put it here

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

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

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

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