Kimberly POV
I have noticed a few on our table went sniffing, well most of them. I did not like it when they do that. It meant three things, they smell something very good, or something bad, or something unusual. Of course, it would be great if they smelled something good. I felt helpless though because I wouldn’t know what was going on until someone would tell me. I was always the last one to know.
When I saw their heads turn to the front of the hall, Ms. Blaire was almost there with a gorgeous girl. I find her elegant and very alluring. Her tanned skin glowed on her yellow dress.
Oh, she must be the visiting student!
I saw Ryder perk up and sit straight in his chair.
“Interested?” I couldn’t help to ask. I didn’t want to sound hurt, but the question went out dripping with bitternes
