CHAPTER 2
Jim saw Pam approach her locker on the first day of school; it was directly across from his. He smiled when he saw her. It was something he couldn't helped. She was wearing tight jeans, a pink tank top and a white hoodie that matched her perfectly new white Converse High tops. Man he loved that girl.
But there was something off about the way she was walking. She was limping a little. Jim rushed over. "Pam, are you ok?"
"Oh, yeah. It's so embarrassing. The many adventures of a drunken Pam."
Jim raised his eyebrows sceptically.
"Roy and I were leaving that Senior Party. They had Tequila."
"Uh Oh."
"I know. Anyways, I totally missed the last step on the stairs outside."
Jim didn't totally believe her story but went long with it. "You always were a clutzy drunk Beesly"
"I know right? Anyways, I sprained my ankle."
"That sucks. You should have taken the day off."
"The first day of school. No way. That's the day I trade seats with kids with last names that begin with Y's so I don't have to sit at the front of the class when they sit us alphabetically."
"Alright then Pam. What's your schedule like this year?" Jim asked.
"Mr. Foster for History." She handed Jim her schedule.
"Ew." Jim took a look at her schedule. "Five out of eight together."
"Wow, really? What don't we have together."
"I have geography when you have History, biology when you have chemistry and woodwork with you have art."
"Did you brother bug you and tell you to pick a manly elective?" Pam teased, picturing Jim trying to do woodwork in her head.
"I wanted to take cooking."
Pam laughed, "yeah right. They wouldn't let you near the stoves or ovens around here."
The bell rang. "Ok, lets get to Math." Jim smiled.
"Eww. Do you think its too early to skip class?" Pam asked.
"Then you would have to sit at the front."
"I hate math."
"Math is not that bad, I'll help you." Jim said, taking her bag in his hand so she could walk a little better.
"Thanks. But you do know that liking math makes you a total nerd."
"Oh, didn't you hear? Nerds are so totally in right now."
"Oh, must not have gotten the email."
"Maybe because we do it old school, it was sent out on a telegram."
"Sure it was." Pam laughed, rolling her eyes.
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After school, Jim was running a little late was wanted to catch Pam before she went home to ask her if she needed help with Math. Any excuse to be next to her. He rounded the corner but stopped when he saw Pam talking with Roy.
"Pam, stop limping around here. It makes me look bad." Roy said.
"But you pushed me Roy. You were mad and we were fighting and you pushed me. I had to tell everyone I was super drunk and fell." She whispered harshly.
"Shut up Pam. It happened and I'm sorry, but you kind of deserved it." Roy was angry, but his mood changed suddenly. "You know that I love you right?"
Pam nodded. "Will you at least drive me home?"
"I have football practice babe, you know that. You can wait if you want to. Or you can walk."
Jim had heard enough, he finished rounding the corner, "I'll drive you home Pam. We got quite a bit of homework today." He said.
Pam nodded slowly, silently hoping that he hadn't heard their whole conversation.
"You gotta start watching your girl when she drinks Roy." Jim said. He could tell that this was no time to bring up what he had heard between the two.
Roy laughed, "yeah, don't I know it." Roy gave Pam a kiss. "I gotta go baby. I'll call you when we're done. Maybe stop by."
"Yeah, ok."
Roy left and Jim went to his locker to grab the rest of his things. "You got all your stuff Pam?" Jim asked, still gritting his teeth slightly after what he had heard. Why would anyone want to hurt Pam.
"Yeah."
Jim picked up her bag for her. "Ok, lets get going."
"Thanks for offering to drive me home Jim." Pam said, limping out of the school next to him.
"No problem. You'd think your boyfriend would want to help you out though." He said.
Pam turned to Jim. "it's the first football practice of the season Jim. He wants to get a scholarship for college."
"But it was his fault."
Pam stopped walking. "What do you mean?"
Jim sighed. "I mean, he dragged you away from the beach party to go to the other party. Still, you probably still would have been drunk and clumsy, but there aren't any stairs at the beach." Pam laughed. He wanted to tell her to stop making excuses for Roy. To tell her that he was an asshole and was no good for her. He wanted to tell her that he would be good for her.
"Yeah, falling on sand would have been better." Pam felt like she has dodged a bullet. "So, you want to help me with this math crap or what?"
Jim smiled. "Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. I'll make sure you don't fail."
"Oh thanks. I'm not that bad am I?"
"Umm, I'm not going to answer that question. My mother told me that if I couldn't say anything nice, I shouldn't say anything at all."
Pam hit him lightly on the arm. "When has that ever stopped you?"
END CHAPTER TWO
