She's all that and a bag of chips

I DONT KNOW HIM!!

When we arrive to school, we've only a minute until class starts. Dalton and I hurry to class. We traded schedules on the way back, or more like he snatched it out of my hand, and it seams that, apart from English, we also have algebra together next period. Once my baby is safely parked, Dalton and I all but sprint to class, running away from  the schools security guard, who tried to unsuccessfully dress code me that morning, whom was following us from a far distance. I'd say she was on our tails, so I didn't hurt her pride too much, but she was a total meanie pants to me this morning. Dalton and I arrive to the class right before the bell rings, him bending over panting, and my breathing extremely irregular. When we reach our seats we look over at each other, and started laughing like the maniacs, that we so obviously are. Once we've settled down, I look around to see half of the girls and boys glaring at us, and half of the girls and boys smiling like idiots at us, did we miss something? After roll call,
Mr. Dawsinson, started our lesson. Math. Another subject I dislike with a burning passion. I'm surprisingly really glad that Dalton is in this class, because without him, I wouldn't have anybody I know in the class, and that would mean me getting sidetracked from not having someone to remind me that I need to be doing work. We joked around all period, well mostly him, I usually gave him a smart remark for every joke he told. I feel like I was a little mean to him at times, but if I were to be completely honest and not lie on here, like I did lie to myself, I enjoyed the company he had to offer. After class, we both had a free period, so he walked me to my car, against my raging protest.
"Will, I see you at the game?.... Wait you know what, don't answer that, of coarse I will, your cheering, but seriously, think about that debate party tomorrow, I think you won't be disappointed."
"I'll think about it football boy"
"Football boy, huh? I like it! I'll see you later McCreary!"
And with one, not so subtle wink, he walks away
1 hour later
(All of the cheerleaders are warming up, and are just finishing going through the half time performance for tonight, after all practice makes perfect.)
"Do you like him?!!" Asks Riley, one of the nicer, and cleaner girls on the team, one of the only girls on the team I like,  with a perfect shade of dark skin, and long pretty cornrows.
"Like who? And why has everybody been whispering about me all day?" I whisper the last part.
" Dalton O'Riley. What? Haven't you heard?! You two are the hottest topic at school. Rumor has you two have a thing for each other. So, do you like him?"
"Wellll, I mean I talked to him some today, but how could I like someone I just met? Besides." And when I sense her smirk, I yell,
"I DONT EVEN KNOW HIM!!"
Hmm... No wonder people think I'm a jerk.....but seriously...
I DONT KNOW HIM!!!