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.

don't think you'll be his type so I

I exclaimed and she laughed at my reaction.

well. Somehow, I am

you both in a relationship?" I whispered near her ears that she chuckled right away.

"Well, not as of the moment but don't you worry. It will be sooner than you

am not wondering anymore. As a tourism student, she

questions, my

"Nope. I guess that's all

7:00 PM. Kelly will still have 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

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

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

"Miss, here."

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

am in a hurry." I glanced at him and I can see him looking

much as possible. I found the 65th slot box and placed his heavy backpack on the counter

hair down to the bigger part of my face as I

grabbed it and put it on his shoulders and started to walk away as he whistled. I can still smell his scent that seemed to stick on my

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

name is Andrew. It's just sad that I haven't gotten his family name. I want to search him

table as I am waiting for the other students to

he's a regular student here? I feel like

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

restaurant's standard collared-shirt uniform and brown khaki pants. I also

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