My Father's Best Friend novel Chapter 11

Andrea's sweet yet attention getting voice filled the whole hall with so much meaning that Lance found himself standing up to clap at her speech, together with the rest of the hall.

"Isn't she just adorable?" Pam said from beside him and he looked at her, noticing pride glace her eyes and knowing that he, too, wear that kind of expression.

The graduation march filled the air and row by row, the graduates lined up to get their diplomas. The business management class is composed of forty-two students and it was not that long before Andrea took her turn on getting her diploma, plus getting a gold-plated medal.

After all the students got their diplomas, a quick ending speech was given by the magna cum laude and after that the three top ranker students, Andrea in the middle, lead the throwing of hat and with that the ceremony ended and as what Andrea said, she's now a grown-up.

The auditorium suddenly turned noisy as the students and parents and professors started chattering but all he and Simon and Pam did was wait for Andrea.

A good ten minutes had passed and still Andrea's nowhere to be seen.

"I'll go and save her," Lance announced as he bolted towards the throng of people.

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"Andrea, wait," an authorative voice said as Andrea was about to exit the stage.

She turned around and noticed her sophomore professor, David Blythe walked towards her and she remembered their little thing when she was a junior.

David Blythe is the youngest, sexiest and one of most knowledgeable professors in UCLA. His bad boy physique made the college girls drool for him, but he only had his eyes on Andrea. At least that was what he told her during their little fling.

Andrea raised both her eyebrows and pretended that there is nothing awkward with the two of them talking, "Hmmm..."

"Can we talk for a while?" he asked, as he tug slightly at his dark green tie that complemented his dark gray dress shirt.

He shook his head, "Believe me, Andrea, I know," he said, honestly, and Andrea knows he's telling the truth.

Confusion taking over her, she walked towards the windows and gazed out.

"David, as much as I would hate to say this but," she sighed and looked back at David, "I don't love you, and I never did. I'm sorry but everything we had was a product of my teenage hormones," she explained as she look him in the eye, letting the simple message of 'leave me alone' pass through eye contact.

Hurt took over the pleading expression on David's face, "But Andrea..."

"David, I know I can't do anything with your feelings but all I want for you to do is to let go. Move on. Please," Andrea pleaded.

"I... I don't..." but before he could even finish the doors they just exited burst open and revealed Lance, who only had his eyes on Andrea, "There you are," he said, breathlessly.