For a moment, Pammy had frozen, stiffened up as someone whispered near her. Were they talking to her? The line was slowly making its way through the doorway as she slowly turned her head to the side and her eyes landed on a boy. Jay, she thought. She knew everyone's names -- that was part of the package deal that came with being a wallflower. Her lips formed a thin line for a moment as she adjusted her bag's strap on her shoulder.

"Wait...are you talking to me?" she asked him, her eyebrows going up slightly in a bit of shock. She looked around to see if anyone else had said it, but she had recognized Jay's voice, no matter how quiet she knew he was.

Her eyes landed on him again and she looked up at him with confusion. She was finally out the door now. She wasn't watching where she was going, which caused her to bump into someone before her. A girl with straight blonde hair that reached her chin turned around and scrunched her face up.

"Watch where you're going," she hissed at Pammy, proceeding to pass by the shocked ginger as she bumped into her shoulder harshly.

Pammy had been pushed into so hard her bag got upset, her ruined book falling out. When she had straightened herself up and had caught her footing, she looked down at the book and sighed, picking it up and staring at it with a sad face before she reached over and tossed it into the nearby trash bin.