Here's the second chapter! I really hope you guys like it...I am not sure where this story is going. Anyways, I jumped to the ninth grade. Bad idea? I don't know, this idea came to me and I started typing. Sometimes I feel more like a reader, because I don't know where my fingers are taking me. So...enjoy. I hope.

"Oh my god, Pam! He's like the most popular guy in our grade! Did you see that? That was like a full-on wink! He totally likes you! This is like in those movies where the not-so-popular girl ends up with the super popular guy..."

Pam drowned out the high-pitched words of her friend, Kelly Kapoor. She was nice, and always happy, but sometimes her words just became some sort of squeal that you have to ignore. Roy Anderson, the only ninth-grader that had made it on the Varsity football team, had given Pam a wink in Chemistry. And then confronted her after class. Pam was super surprised, because it wasn't to copy her notes.

But Kelly was right, Roy was popular. He was an awesome football player and all the girls liked him. Pam wasn't so interested, but Roy had been talking to her a lot lately. Which is why there was now eight girls standing in front of her, ready to be late for their next class, saying, "Tell us everything Roy said! Everything!" In her vision was a heap of brightly-colored purses and tacky shoes, along with glittery hair clips and "Ooohs!" and "Oh my god!!"

All this among Pam's turtleneck and white tennis-shoes. Thanks to Roy Anderson, she was being drowned in glitter and fake nails. Heck, Pam would be lucky if she didn't choke on the thick layer of hair spray and die. The cheap purfume reamed her nostrils.

"Um, he just said, uh, like hi and stuff." There it was. Her answer. A sentence like that in the middle of these girls, who were confident and, well, beautiful? Pam wasn't going to last two days as a "popular girl."

"Really? Did he ask you out or something? Or like ask you if you're busy? 'Cause if he did, then he's totally gonna ask you out!" Kelly yelled. The other girls were all happy and bouncy and clappy and giggley and Pam could seriously kill someone.

"Um, he asked me if I was busy. Ya know, this weekend. and I said no. But that was it." She waited for the next batch of inevitable girl screams.

Her head began to throb, her knees tightening up and the prickle of perspiration. Pam was losing focus, blinking rapidly to get a grip. All because she heard one voice in the back of the crowd. And what that voice said was, "Why does Roy even like her? I mean, look at those clothes! Yuck!"

She gripped her textbooks, rushing of with an "I have to get to class" and a shuffle of embarassed feet. Pam was so much better off sitting at her own table with Jim Halpert, her best friend.

She was just looking forward to next period, where she could sit down at the table near the window, say hi to Jim, and plot another prank. That was so much more fun than sitting with some shallow girls. As she came around a corner, Roy saw her and smiled.

"Hey, Pam." He was tall and confident. Like a typical popular guy. Jesus, she was sick of the word popular.

"Hey, Roy." Her forehead burned, a symptom indicating that she was nervous. Too bad Pam didn't need a burning forehead to know she was mortified.

"Hey, you wanna sit with me at lunch? We can talk and stuff. I just thought if you're friend, Halpert, could sit somewhere else or something." His words rang in her ears. She couldn't help but be a little excited. The older Roy got, the cuter he got. And he did seem pretty nice.

She smiled genuinely. "Sure." Jim could sit somehwere else, couldn't he? He had the whole basketball team and they were all friends, right? Man, her forehead was on fire.

"Cool." He said. She smiled. Good thing that the girls were nowhere to be found, Otherwise she'd be deaf by now. A hand came up, tapping her shoulder. She turned to see her best friend, Jim, standing beside her. The same floppy brown hair, green eyes, lop-sided smile.

"Hey Jim." She smiled. Anything he said could make her laugh, which was always his motive.

Jim talked easily with his best friend, Pam. A snappy comment there, some sarcasm here, and her beautiful, musical laughter rang through the halls. Ever since that summer day in David Wallaces yard, he'd been totally taken by Pam Beesly. Sure, the place reeked of dogs and the music wasn't even good, but he knew as a seven year-old that she was something special.

"Hey, Pam. Say, I have this great idea for a prank on Dwight-"

"Actually, I think I'm gonna sit with Roy today. He asked me. Is that ok?" Her words rang in his ears. She was going to sit with Roy? Jim never thought her silly little crush on Roy would come to this.

"Yeah, that's ok. I'll sit with Michael. Dwight's off visiting his aunt and uncle-you know, his cousin Mose? He's going up to that beet farm, so Michael has nobody to sit with. Ryan's been sitting with Kelly, so...I'll keep Michael company today." He never thought that he'd sink so low as to sitting with Michael Scott. He had been asked about...nine times, and had always found a way out of it.

Pam laughed. "Oh! The beet farm we always hear about! Maybe he'll leave or something and just never come back. Dwight's better suited at a beet farm anyways. Well, have a good lunch, Jim." She walked down the halls, a little bounce in her step.

The lunch was long, with Michael rambling on about how much he liked Jan Levinson, throwing in a "That's what she said!" every other sentence. Jim just munched on his sandwich and stared at Pam, sitting at their table, laughing it up with Roy Anderson. He didn't deserve her.

"Are you happy for Pam? 'Cause she is gonna like, be with Roy?" Michael sounded to innocent when he said it, but Jim wanted to strangle him. All Michael had said was the truth.

"Yeah. You know, to tell you the truth, I used to have a big thing for Pam. So..." Jim wasn't sure why he was confiding in the world's worst confidant, but he was. And he couldn't stop.

"Really? You're kidding me. You and Pam? Wow. I would've never put you two together. You really hid it well. God. I usually have a radar for stuff like that. You know I made out with Jan?"

"I know." Michael had made it known throughout the entire school more than once. Jan was ready to kill him. Michael was even calling her his girlfriend. After a few kisses.

"Yep, yep. Well, Pam is cute." Jim smiled, realizing the truth of that statement. Pam was beautiful.

"Yeah. She's really funny. And she's warm. And she's just-I dunno..." He didn't want to go on and on about what he thought about her.

"Well if ya like her so much, then don't give up." Michael's eyes were shining, like he was actually being earnest. Jim stared off into space. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

"Roy's already made a move on her, Michael." That part was true, too. Once a guy made it clear that he liked a girl, then it was sorta rude to go after her. Kind of like a guy code. Jim hated thinking of it that way, but that's how it was.

"BFD. Their not married." That was also true.

"Huh." He pondered that for a moment, imagining if he told Pam how he felt and she admitted to feeling the same way. His little fantasy was going through his head when Michael's words broke his trance.

"Never, ever, ever give up."

Those words were what killed Jim. He didn't want to give up, but he wasn't sure what he would do if Pam stayed with Roy. Roy was not a good guy, and Jim knew it. But he was also the only freshman to make it on the varsity football team, and he was pretty good-looking, and he was super popular. The teachers hated him and he could care less about his grades, making him the ideal bad boy. The type girls went crazy for. It was disgusting.

Pam was self-concious the whole time she ate with Roy. Was she eating too much? Was the yogurt a bad choice? Did she look like a pig? Did he even like her, or was this a joke from the guys on the team? Her head was swimming with these thoughts when he saw her sketch book.

"What's this, Pammy?" He grabbed for it before she could move it away. Oh, God, not her sketches!

"Um, those are just...I was bored, ya know? Just doodles..." She was flushed, mumbling and staring at the revolting plop of mixed berry yogurt sitting in front of her. This was embarassing.

"These are pretty good, Pammy. Cool. I can't draw at all." He said that like it was no big deal, like it was normal for her to have drawings and carry them around with her. Like he was really ok with it. She felt herself giving him a nervous smile as he set it back down on the table.

"Thanks." He brushed away a curl that was hanging in her eyes. Her lip throbbed, she was biting it for the millionth time that day. First in front of those shallow girls, now in front of Roy.

He gave that laugh that her and Jim had coined the "jock laugh". It was sort of fake, with some maucho-ness that sounded so stupid. She giggled when she heard it.

"So, uh, you wanna hit a movie this weekend? I would love to go with you." She felt a strong, crimson blush creeping up in her cheeks.

"Sure."

He made plans to meet her in the local movie-theater on Saturday night, and she said that she'd be at the game on Friday. He smiled at her and touched her hand before leaving to talk to his jock friends. She got up and joined Michael and Jim.

"Roy asked me out! We're going on on Saturday! to a movie!" Now it was her turn to be all squealy. She had gotten a date with a guy that she never thought she'd be able to even talk to. Except for when he asked to borrow her chemistry notes. She felt so surreal. Jim smiled, apparently happy for her. Michael yelled something about Roy boning her, but the whole cafeteria waved it off as another inappropriate joke.

"That's great, Pam." Jim smiled and returned to his sandwich, while she ate her yogurt without a second thought and deposited it in the trash. She was walking on air.

So...just tell me what you thought. Reviews loved. I don't know how I feel about this chapter.