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

I exclaimed and

and winked at me as well. Somehow, I am hurt because of how she looked at me as if I am

in a relationship?" I whispered near

be

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

you still have questions, my dear?"

I guess that's all

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

as her hair swayed following how she walked. I sighed as I stood

lonely but I have to endure it for my

"Miss, 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

"Miss? Can you give me my backpack now? I am in a hurry." I glanced at him and I can see him looking

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

the bigger part of my

on his shoulders and started to walk away as he whistled.

I am happy that somehow he's not interested

I want to search him on facebook.

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 to put it here

a regular student here? I feel like

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 of two hours per

restaurant's standard collared-shirt uniform and brown

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