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.

trustworthy friend, I don't think you'll be his type so I agreed. I

and

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

I whispered near her

worry. It will be sooner than you expect." She replied as she winked

am not wondering

"Do you still have questions, my dear?"

"Nope. I guess that's all for today."

this week at 7:00-9:00PM. I nodded and smiled

hair swayed following how she walked. I sighed as I

bit lonely but I have to endure it for my siblings and for our mom as

here."

as I looked at the number 65 printed in number tags. I lifted my head to see who it

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

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

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

to walk away as he whistled.

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

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

I put my elbows on the counter table as I am waiting for the other students to get their things or to

I think I have a problem now. How long could I hide from him when he's a regular student here? I feel like having an unwanted shadow

a popular fast-food chain. I am thankful that somehow they are accepting students as their waiters or waitresses that could work

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

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