twin flames | s. hunter

4 | he said, she said

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          DAKOTA AND CORY WERE SITTING in Mr. Turner's English class, admiring a papaya Dakota was able to snipe from Mr. Feeny's newest papaya sway basket the seniors send to the principal so they can get into college. Mr. Feeny started walking by the two, pausing, before turning around, looking at the papaya. "Mr. Matthews, Ms. Lawrence, where did you get that papaya?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"From home. Is there a problem?" Cory asked, still toying with the papaya.

"I've got my eye on you two," Mr. Feeny promised, turning his attention back to Mr. Turner.

"Nice cover. Ya know, you're becoming a better liar every second you spend with me," Dakota nodded.

"I know. Should I be worried?" Cory asked.

"Hey, George. What's up?" Mr. Turner asked, walking up to the principal.

"Well, I just wanted to be sure that you knew that the Hunter boy missed his History test this morning," Mr. Feeny informed him.

"He what?" Mr. Turner asked in surprise.

"Oh, that's my fault, my fault," Cory excused. "I was supposed to tell you that Shawn had a severe case of uh....help me out here."

"Sloth," Dakota filled in, smirking. She'd do anything to get Shawn into trouble, even if it means the slight trouble Cory might get into.

"Yes. Hong Kong sloth," Cory improvised.

"That's it," Mr. Turner sighed, exiting the room.

"Not your best work Mr. Matthews. I don't suggest relying on Ms. Lawrence for lies when it comes to Mr. Hunter," Mr. Feeny advised.

"He is one wise man," Dakota nodded in agreement as Cory gave her a slight glare.

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"Hong Kong sloth?" Shawn asked as he sat Cory and Dakota down to talk about the mishap.

"Well, Dakota came up with the sloth, but I added the Hong Kong part," Cory stated proudly.

"You listened to Lawrence for a lie about me? Why not ask Joey and Frankie next?" Shawn sarcastically suggested.

"You think they could come up with something better?" Cory asked hopefully.

"I was being sarcastic!" Shawn snapped. "Thanks to you, now I have to see the guidance counselor. Turner didn't even want to talk about it. He just said, 'Hunter, tomorrow you're seeing the new guidance counselor'. I'll tell you one thing though. Shawn Hunter is not going to waste one hour of his life listening to some dumb bald headed, long winded, leisure suit wearing, naldo."

"My name's on the door! They didn't have to do that," an airy, bubbly teacher gasped.

"I think that's her," Dakota pointed at the teacher.

"You're the new guidance counselor?" Cory asked.

"Hi, I'm Devon Collins," the teacher introduced herself, shaking Cory's hand.

"Hi, Shawn Hunter," Shawn quickly made her switch hands to his own. "Guide me."

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"Baboon," Dakota heard Harley say. "Did you get those threatening letters I sent?"

"Yes, I did. Thank you," Cory nodded as Dakota approached them. "Sorry, I didn't answer. I've been busy. Here's my wallet, enjoy." Cory slipped away as Dakota made her way to the greaseball.