Scoring Love

Oops?

I woke up on what seemed to be the day after prom. I wasn't too sure.

I heard the loud ass sound of an alarm clock blaring on my ear, across the bed. I reached my arm across and hit what felt to be a bare back. It wasn't my back although I, along with whoever was in the bed, was nude.

I looked over to see none other than Topanga.

She woke up and the tap of my hand on her skin, "What, Cory?" Her voice was still groggy as she sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"I, um, I think we slept together." She turned to face me, "I've slept at your house a billion times." I sighed heavily, "No. I think we slept together. Like, we did the nasty." She looked down and saw her bare body under the sheet and then over at me. "Oh, no."

Well, I had sex with Topanga Lawrence. That's both good and bad news.

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Topanga and I met at school and I've never felt more uncomfortable around another human being ever in my life.

We hardly talked up until history. Apparently, it's health week at school and every class you learn about a new health topic. Every. Single. Class.

And my dearest friend George Feeny, got assigned reproduction.

Oh joy.

I sat and saw on the board "SEX" Topanga and I looked at each other and swallowed hard.

"Sex," he started off with, "When two people, who truly, truly, love each other, consummate their relationship. No one in this room, should have done this act yet. If you do, you'll get pregnant, and die." It looked like he was looking at us and I sunk down in my seat.

Now, he was looking at us. He could tell we were uncomfortable. "Class dismissed, except Mr. Matthews and Ms. Lawrence."

Everyone got up and walked out, leaving me, Topanga, and Feeny, alone.

"Cory, Topanga, what happened to you two? You looked so stiff and odd. It was as if-" then it hit him. "I see what we have here. Now, stand up and kiss." I was incredibly confused. "Mr. Feeny I don't-" he rolled his eyes. "Kiss her, Mr. Matthews!"

I shrugged and pulled her into a kiss. You'll never understand how weird it felt to kiss Topanga in front of Feeny. We pulled away and a smile crept onto her face and she blushed.

"Now, did you two feel, a spark when you kissed?" I nodded immediately. Topanga, on the other hand, was more hesitant, but she nodded.

There was a knock on the door.

Mr. Feeny signaled for him to some in and who else but my favorite person, Brian Littrell walked in.

"Hey, Topanga." The butt kissers aid with a smile, "Cory. Topanga, I wanna talk about the other night."

"What happened the other night?" I said to them both.

"Cory, don't."

"What happened?"

"Cory, I'll tell you later. Please, just leave me and Brian alone to talk."