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

I exclaimed and

Somehow, I am hurt because of how she looked at me as if I am not desirable

near her ears that she chuckled right away.

will be sooner than you expect."

not wondering anymore. As a tourism student, she can handle herself

you still have questions,

I guess that's all for today."

have questions, I will leave you here. Please go home by 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 with people whom she thought isn't

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

I have to endure it for my siblings and for our mom as well.

here."

lifted my head to see who it was, I turned

in a hurry." I glanced at him and I can see him looking at his wristwatch. I can feel that he's getting

as much as possible. I found the 65th slot box and

hair down to the bigger part of my face

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 clothes.

he's gone already. I am happy that somehow he's not

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

waiting for the other students to get their things or

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

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

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

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