“get off the court, loser!” pam shouted before launching a dodgeball, aimed right at your face. you just miss it, instead it hits your tit “you’re out bitch!” she spoke smugly.

after gym, pam comes over by you. you have a small history. you hate each other but do you really? you always thought pam had some internalized homophobia with herself.

“sorry about your tits” she spoke calmly, crossing her arms. she was always playful with you, and you hated how you liked it.