Jay walked toward the exit quietly, when he suddenly heard a familiar set of voices...voices he recognized from school.
He paused and turned, nearly bumping into Melissa Smith, Tiffany Sanders, and Amber Levine standing there. He hated all three of them, for different reasons. Well, hate implied a lot more malice than he had. Jay wasn't a malicious type of person.
"Watch where you're going," Amber said. "Take your nose out of the book next time," she said, critically.
"Sorry," he said, honestly. He hadn't meant to bump into them. It was his fault. If he'd seen them, he'd have walked the other way.
One of the three was holding her arm, rubbing it, as if she'd hurt it somehow...
