She's all that and a bag of chips

Sir-pants-alot

Meanwhile in science class...
The rest of class went on uneventful. Boring, as usual, especially considering I dislike science with a burning passion.

When Mrs.Annett let us out to lunch, nearly the whole class stampeded through both doors, as if we were in a jungle, and they were running for their very own lives. Here at Heartford High, we Bullpups take our lunch very seriously. I saunter towards the canteen, ready to meet my friends, so we can hop in my candy apple red 1957 Chevy bel-air, and go get lunch else where. Most likely Kings Dr. Thru. The BEST burgers in town... And best fries..... And best milkshake.... And best ranch... (Even though I usually don't like ranch!)
I hear somebody through my headphones, cough to my left. Dalton.
"What song you listen'n to?"
"You probably don't know it."
"Try me!"
" 'Their ain't no good Chain gang', by Johnny Cash, and Waylon Jennings"
"OOOOOOH! I LOVE that song!!" Dalton says while yanking one of my ear buds out, while I give him a look of pure and utter disgust.
"There ain't no good in an evil hearted woman, and I ain't cut out to be no Jesse James, and you don't go ridin' hot chicks, down in Mississippi, and there ain't no good chain gang."
I'm slightly (okay tremendously) taken aback by his knowledge of the lyrics, and dare I say, beautiful voice.
"Hey, so, I know we're probably headed towards you're friends to eat, and it's a bit late for you to say no, but can I come with you guys?"
I give him my best confused face, and slightly tilt my head in question.
"What do you mean we're, and can I come with you guys? No offense, but don't you have your own friends? Why ya want to hang with us?"
"No reason, I'd just like to influence your answer for Friday at 7" and then I swear I hear him quickly mutter under his breath, "and is it a crime to want to spend time with a smart beautiful girl?"
But I quickly disregard that, he must of said something else. I have no idea how to turn him down without sounding like a total 5 letter word no lady should utter, so I just say
" Yeah, I guess, but get ready for being tormented, my friends aren't as girly or respectful as I am."
And with that we head off to my friends
Margarita is the first to speak up, referring to the manwhore at my side, she says, ( referring to the ever so loving nick name I gave him, when I told my friends about the stories from the cheerleading team of him.)
"Well if it isn't Courtney and
Sir-Pants-alot!"