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.

think you'll be his type so I agreed. I recommended you instead

and she laughed at my reaction.

at me as well. Somehow,

I whispered near her ears that

but don't you worry. It will be sooner

beautiful and petite. She's fashionable and I am not wondering anymore. As a tourism student, she can handle herself very well.

have questions, my

I guess that's all for

the end of this week at 7:00-9:00PM. I nodded and smiled in

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

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

here."

smiled 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 away.

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

possible.

of my face as I look at the

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

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

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

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.

here? I feel like having an unwanted shadow whenever our paths will cross. Can

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

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

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