AVERY
"Hot guy at three o'clock." Mariah called and our heads immediately turned in that direction.
Mariah, Jemima and I were currently at our usual spot at the cafeteria—now shared with Jemima—eating. Well, Mariah and I were eating while Jemima picked at her food. She didn't really eat it. To me, it seemed like she didn't like it.
Now that I thought about it, she didn't really eat the food from the cafeteria and I wondered why. There could be a lot of explanations for that. Maybe she didn't eat out. Some people had allergies and phobias. I knew better than to judge.
The guy Mariah was talking about was, in fact, hot. A square jaw, firm lips, mopish brown hair. He was hot, granted, but he wasn't Cyrus hot. No one could be as hot as he was, to be honest.
"Smoking." Jemima c
