" No way"
You look around. There is a rebel group, a music group, a smart
group... Every group you've ever wanted to be in. You realize you
could tell her any group, and she'd believe you.
Are you going to stay with her? you ask yourself.
You gulp, and deliver your answer...
You leap up and say "No way am I ever gonna hang out with
you!" She sneers at you and says "Who ya gonna go with then?
The boy crazies? The intellectuals? The good gals? The populars? The
horsies? The crafters? Who? You got a lot of people to choose from, so
choose!"
