Authors' Note: I'm going to sporadically insert songs into the chapters. I will make sure they have a purpose and a cause, but . . . use of your suspension of disbelief will come in handy.
I've already written fifteen chapters, but, if you want to suggest songs after that, feel free. Please enjoy and review.

It's just another day, Jim, he thought. If Mifflin High isn't the worst place on Earth, I don't know what is.

He sighed, mentally preparing himself for the day ahead of him. Unfortunately, he was correct about Mifflin High being 'less than top-notch'. If not for the fun he got from torturing Dwight, he didn't think he could survive another day there. Each day was worse than the last. Little did Jim know, however, things were about to change.

Wow, thought Pam. So this is Mifflin High.

She had just transferred from Riverside, which, to be honest, wasn't much. There were five hundred students in the entire school. Mifflin, on the other hand, was more than twice that. Pam was overtaken with just how big a school it was. Just finding her locker without getting trampled was an ordeal.

Collecting her books, she attempted to walk to her class, but something stood in her way.

"Um, excuse me," she mumbled, trying to move past. The figure moved in front of her.

"Hey, not so fast." She looked up and tried to make eye contact with this person. It was a tall male, who looked about sixteen. He wore a loose-fitting white t-shirt, with a frightening design on the front. His pants were just low enough for it to be uncomfortable (for her). He smiled what she could only describe as a 'crocodile smile' before taking a step forward. "You new?"

She nodded and his smile grew. He put out his hand. "I'm Packer." Tentatively, she shook it and he pulled her forward swiftly. "Care for me to walk you to class?"

She immediately stepped back and released his hand. "No, thank you." Attempting to walk past him, he stepped in front of her again.

"You sure? I can be a great friend to you," he leaned in a bit, "and an awful enemy."

Pam was too scared to speak. Luckily, she didn't have to.

"Hey." Both turned in the direction of the new voice. "She said no."

Jim stood, his heart pounding. He knew about Packer and had done his best to just stay out of his way. But, what could he say? The little lady needed help . . . and there was something about her he liked.

Packer stepped towards him, menacingly. "I . . . don't think I know you."

Jim mentally sighed in relief. "This isn't about me." He gestured towards Pam. "Let her go to class."

"What are you going to do?" Jim froze. He hadn't exactly thought ahead this far. Luckily, he didn't have to.

"Todd!" All three turned to the teacher who had appeared.

"Yes, ma'am?" He straightened up and Pam took the opportunity to move away from him.

"Come into my office. Now." Quickly glaring at Jim, he trudged inside the classroom. The teacher shot Pam and Jim an apologetic glance before closing the door. After a moment, Pam spoke up.

"Thank you." Jim looked over at her and smiled.

"No problem. I'm Jim, by the way."

"I'm Pam." She put her hand out and he shook it.

"Why so early?" He asked, in an attempt at conversation.

"I'm new, so I thought I'd get acquainted with the area."

"If you'd like, I could show you around." He offered. His kindness made Pam long to say yes. But, she couldn't.

"I can't."

His face fell. "Why not?"

Now, to break it to him gently. ". . . My boyfriend goes to this school, and I just figured he would-"

Jim's heart sank. "Oh. No, that makes sense."

They both began to speak at the same time, trying to convince the other that it was okay. Eventually, Pam had to leave and, as he watched her go, Jim sighed.

Yep, apparently Mifflin can get worse. He started to walk off. Now, which one of these is Dwights' locker?