Scoring Love

Rumors

I looked into her green eyes then down at my red and yellow jersey. I saw tears running down her face when I looked back up she dropped the jersey and ran into her house. I picked up the jersey and followed her in.

She sat on her bed and put her face in her hands. "I don't care that you stole my jersey. I actually find it kinda romantic." She looked up and hugged me and then, my dream came true.

I was kissed by Topanga Lawrence. "That's not why I'm crying," I gave her a look of confusion. "Marcy, the cheer captain, said I shouldn't be liked, I shouldn't have friends, I'm not pretty, and that I would never have a boyfriend. And then she called me fat. Now I know you and I have never really been friends, or even got to know each other but. I really like you. I see the way you look at me." My eyes widen, was that good or bad. "You see that?" She chuckled.

"I stole your jersey because... when I hold it I feel like I'm holding you. It makes me feel good. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I told you it's kinda romantic. You wanna go to Chubbie's after the big game?" She looked at me with big eyes. "Are you asking me out?" She finally said. "Yeah... I guess I am."

Little did we know Marcy was walking by Topanga's house and saw me rubbing her back and Topanga crying.

*The next day*

I walked into school the next day with Shawn. We were talking about the crap we usually talk about, the Phillies. Except today girls were giving me disgusting looks and guys were giving me thumbs ups. "Mr. Matthews. Can I speak with you in my office?" Dammit! It's Mr. Feeny! I nodded and followed him to his office.

We sat down and I leaned back on the leather chair. "Mr. Matthews, what you did will come with serious consequences," I cocked an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" He leaned forward and put his elbows on his desk. "Are you and Topanga ready to have a child? You're only 17!"

I swear my eyes bulged out of my head. I could see them rolling on the floor, well not really 'cause I had no eyes. "Feeny! You're getting too old! I don't know where you heard that, but Topanga is not pregnant. We only went on our first date last night." He dismissed me and as I was walking out, "Congratulations on your win, Mr. Matthews." I continued to walk out to look for Topanga.

"Cory! Hey dude. Heard you and Topanga got busy last night." Shawn said nudging me. I looked at him with a death stare.

Next thing I know, I have Shawn in a pin on the lockers. "You did this!" I yelled right in his face. The hall went dead silent. I let go of my grip. And ran to find Topanga.

The bell rang and I was still searching for her. "Matthews! Get to class! The bell rang," I looked back at Mr. Turner. " I have bigger issues right now," he looked at me confused. "Yeah like what?" I turned my body completely around. "Topanga." He nodded and let me go.

I was finally about to pass the girls bathroom. I heard sobs, sobs I've never wanted to hear. Ever. I hoped I would never have to hear them again.

Busted the door open and saw all but one stall doors open. I started to bang on the stall door, "Topanga open this door right now!" I said a little harsher than I meant to. "Please, Topanga. Come out."I said through a couple of tears.

The door slowly opened. She looked up at me with those big, green, beady eyes. "How did this happen? Why did this happen? Why me?" A tear rolled down her face. I wiped it away with my thumb. "I'm just fat, Cory. I didn't think anyone like you would be into me. I'm... fat." I grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the hallway.

I stood on the bench. "Anyone who wants to mess with Topanga has to mess with me!" "Cory stop it. Please." I looked down at her and winked. "Anyone who thinks she's pregnant needs to get a damn life! Now, who the hell did this to Topanga! I wanna know and I wanna know now!"

My friend Jared called from the crowd, "Dude! It was Marcy!" How did I not think of this? I had to stop this, now. I ran down to the gym where cheer practice was being held. I flung the door open. "Everybody let's take 5." Marcy said as she looked at me. "Hey Cory." She said in a playful tone. "No. Why would you do this to Topanga?! What did she ever do to you?!" She furrowed her eyebrows. "Why do you care? Do you love her or something?!"
I un-furrowed my eyebrows. "I-I guess I... do."