Pajea's hands slipped from her face, wide eyes staring at Diedrich. "P...J....?"
nobody had called her that. Nobody but...
"Doris." She seemed to spit the name. Her expression darkened. "She paid you to do this, didn't she. How much did she pay? Ten? Twenty? No, she's rich. I bet you got fifty bucks at least." She rose from her chair, looming over her classmate.
"I don't plan on going. Nobody would even want to go with me unless they were paid. That much I know." She froze, realizing the unwarranted coldness she had just spewed at this kid. She sighed and looked down to the table. "...Sorry."