"Ooowww, you're hurting me," Pam complained as Lindsay grabbed her by the arm and yanked her forward. "Besides, manhandling me is not going to stop me from asking you about your--"
"I'm so humiliated I could die. So help me, if you say it, I'm going to scream."
"No, you won't. I mean, won't that just be even more humiliating? And then everyone will notice that you've got--"
Lindsay had reached the door. She pulled on it so hard that it's bottom edge got wedged with high-powered momentum between Pam's baby toe and the strap of her sandal. "Yow!" Pam howled, sounding a bit like a tormented cat. "That freaking hurts!"
Lindsay felt the signs of impending guilt. She pushed against the door, trying to move it, but it was solidly entangled with the sandal strap. She finally bent down to force the imitation leather strap away from the tip of the door. Blood was beading up on a scratch along Pam's toe.
Yep. That was guilt bubbling up in her.
None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for those stupid two seconds on the bus.
Just two seconds.
But it was enough to establish a reputation that was bound to plague her for the next four years of high school...
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