The Secret Life // A Shawn Hunter fanfic

Thirty-eight ➵ Multipov

Jasmine
A month later passed and it was the start of the fourth quarter. Chip got bigger fast and rapidly for a two month old puppy. He so adorable.
I had a collar for him too, a red one with a bone tag with his name engraved as:
Chip Hunter.
I decided Shawn's last name since I was more of a Hunter than I was a Clayton. It was the truth.
Cory was still applying to the thought of finding himself, and I was too.
As the year was almost to an end, I still had yet to search more about me.
I couldn't compared to before.
I wasn't able to blossom and toy with any hobbies I would of developed aside from singing. It was either because I was young, just didn't know any, or because my dad didn't allow me to explore upon my pathways.
Now that I had the easier, happy life I wished for, I could. I was fortunately granted that blissful opportunity.
I was going to try new things.
I still haven't received the letter from that competition. It's been a total of nearly two months. When was it supposed to come, exactly?
Unless I didn't get accepted.
I guess my singing just wasn't good enough.
Thanks to Cory, in this lesson I learned, he helped me find my true self more.
And coincidentally, this had boiled up with a venting rant about the jocks, like in particular, the wrestling team.
"Ok guys, yearbook time. As you look back on your first year at John Adams, what would you consider your greatest accomplishment and why?" Topanga issued to us for yearbook quotes for our freshman year at high school.
"Well, there is a few for me." I was the first one to admit to her. Finding love, accomplishing at finding a home, and finding my inner voice in the world.
"Let's see I mean, there's so many. It's hard to pick just one."Cory stated out of honesty. Probably because he was trying to act cool for Topanga.
"There's the time we-"
"No, that wasn't us." Shawn denied.
"Well there was the time-"
"Also not us." Shawn declined again.
"You guys are the most two pathetic students in this school!" Topanga scolded them, then walking away.
"That's an accomplishment." Shawn tried to dispute, but it wasn't working.
"She's right, Shawn. I mean, the year is almost over and I haven't even made a name for myself." Cory added, agreeing with Topanga's outburst.
"I know I have, sort of. I mean, I found my place to call home, and it was all thanks to Shawn." I pointed out, then receiving a kiss on the lips from Shawn as a thank you.
"I mean, if it wasn't for Jasmine too, I wouldn't have found a person to tell anyone to. To spend the rest of my life with it." He stated, and I mimicked his romantic gesture by kissing him on the lips back.
"And you know who's fault it is?" Cory began to instigate.
Oh boy.
"Your own?" Shawn questioned, as he pulled me in towards him, an arm wrapped around my waist.
"No, why should I take the fall? I should blame..." Cory glared around, narrowing his eyes, then he reached it to the jocks.
"The jocks!"
This caused the nearby group of jocks to catch a glance of Cory, who continued to rant.
"Why? Because they wear those stupid jackets and therefore get all the girls." Cory suddenly got hoisted up by one of them, and so did Shawn, leaving me the only one to be down on the ground.
"What chance do I have?" Cory questions.
"Whoa, major growth spurt." Shawn pointed out, then got dropped down to the ground rapidly.
"Too heavy." The jock that was holding Cory informed his teammates, so he dropped him also. He backed away, resembling to that of a scurried, frightened mouse, with the jocks playing the act of the cats craving a juicy meal.
It was like Tom and Jerry.
"Please don't, please don't. I had a fat heavy breakfast." Cory pleaded, but their behavior was different then what we had expected to.
"We've got an opening of the 108-pound super-confetti-weight division on the wrestling team."
"Savage?"
"Perfect. Congratulations, kid. You're on the wrestling team." One of the wrestlers accepted him. What?
Although Cory was one of my best friends, it shocked me.
"Yeah! Like there's a chance in the universe I'd ever want to be on your stupid wrestling team." Cory tried to deny after what he just said, but what they were handing him changed his mind with a snap of a finger.
"Here's your jacket."
"Ooh."
"Here's your uniform."
"This is like Christmas here." Cory grinned widely like an idiot. Lastly, they handed him his last of the candy from the bowl.
Literally.
"Here is your candy."
"Candy?" He questioned.
Out of the ordinary, a tan, beach-blonde, preppy girl wearing a SnapBack walked over to Cory with a smile across her face.
"Hi, I'm Candy." She greeted him politely.
"Sweet!"
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Cory
Ever since I got the offer of being on the wrestling team, I've been obsessed with it. Throwing myself on top Eric's back, I wrapped him in a chokehold.
He was choking, and trying to get me off. In order to retrieve help, we headed downstairs to attempt at asking Mom and Dad.
I grasped tighter, then he gurgled out words for our parents to try and at least understand what was going on.
"Eric, put Cory down." My mom scolded him.
"I can't.. I can't breathe. He's got my windpipe in a death grip." Eric wheezed out.
"Cory, let your brother breathe." My mom ordered, and I jumped down. Eric, relieved, exhaled out a long breath, trying to regain his breathing to a normal capacity rate.
"Remember pal, I know where you sleep." I tried to threatened, and Eric just furrowed an eyebrow.
"Amy, when the exterminators were here spraying, did we leave the window open in Cory's room?" My dad questioned, suspicious, giving us his insight.
"Eric, why is Cory so wound up?" Mom interrogated him.
"I don't know! I'm upstairs brushing my teeth and the little squirt bull-rushes me from behind." He answered.
"It's all here in this permission slip," I informed them,"sign it please."
"Permission slip?" Dad grabbed the form me, transitioning from a suspicious chief to a proud, prideful parent.
"Amy! Our little Cory made the wrestling team! All right! Get your old man a pen!" He praised me, but Mom barged in, not keen on the idea of that.
"Now, Alan, we should discuss this. Wrestling is dangerous."
"Oh, come on. Now if we were signing up for ballet that would be dangerous." My dad argued, and handed me back the permission slip.
"Now wait a second Dad. Look, I know these wrestlers. They're like psychotic, caged animals, waiting to take all their aggressions out on little runts like Cory. Here's my pen." Eric said, handing him a pen for him to sign the permission slip.
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Jasmine
Not only did Cory join a sport, I did too.
It all started at lunch when a group of cheerleaders walked next to me.
"Hey, Jas. You seem fit to be a cheerleader. Come join." They offered me. I didn't even know who they were.
"Wait but what about-"
"Jasmime, you should join. It would be cool." Shawn insisted.
"Well, I guess so. I mean, it would be something to do."
"That's my girl."
:::
After school I decided to go ahead and try out. Supporting me, Shawn stayed after school and watched me try out.
Since I was somewhat flexible, I did the cheer stunts perfectly at the given aims.
Not what I excepted.
"Congrats, Clayton," the head Girl cheerleader accepted me,"you just earned yourself an opening spot on the cheerleading team."
"Sweet! Thank you." I responded.
"Here's your outfit. We have practice tomorrow after school. Bring anyone to watch. Even your doofus boyfriend."
Shawn was proud of me for making the team.
"Wow.. dating a cheerleader. Cool." He said.
:::
  The next day, we did the cheerleading routine.
There sat Shawn, sitting in the bleachers, watching me. He smirked as he saw me practice my routine.
I was nervous I would fail.
Our cheerleading costumes were pigments of red, yellow, and white. The colors of John Adams High.
When I first told Topanga I was a cheerleader, she was highly supportive of me, shockingly. She did not like cheerleaders.
When it was time to begin, our routine was:
Okay now,
are you ready for John Adam's High?
Supporting our Thrilla's in the Phila's,
you should too!
I was the one to make it the top of the pyramid.
I looked down at the ground, feeling as if I was about to fall. I had an extreme fear of heights.
But unexpectedly, they let me go, with four other cheerleaders catching me as a result.
"Good job Jasmine! Keep working hard girls." The head cheerleader, Sydney Lauren praised, appreciating our work.
I met up with Shawn, who embraced me into a hug.
"I knew you would do fine! I'm so proud of you. I'm going to take you out and celebrate. Let's go."
Suddenly before I could even walk out, he picked me up and threw me over my shoulder.
"Shawn! Put me down." I was trying to remain serious, but I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
:::
Shawn
Since Jasmine did a good job on the cheerleading squad, it seemed like the appropriate thing to head over to Chubbie's and celebrate with a date.
When we headed down there, I saw Cory and his fellow wrestling members.
He was going to get himself killed out there, but I didn't say anything.
He was still finding himself. I didn't wanna ruin that for him. So, it was best to keep my mouth shut.
I greeted him with a hey and he made this weird noise.
"Rrrrr." He grunted, furrowing his arms as if he was trying to specify the fact that he had "muscles."
"Rrr to you too.." I replied awkwardly.
Jasmine and I headed to our normal booth, looking for food. We got the usual, but we decided to share a milkshake together.
I went up to Chubby to order the food, standing there to wait. Just as I was waiting, Topanga headed up to me.
"Hey, Topanga, you want to ask me some more questions for the yearbook?"
"Where do you think Cory's gonna end up in 10 years?"
Gotcha.
"You mean me, don't you?" I questioned with a smirk.
"That's what I said."
"No, you said Cory." I corrected her.
"I did not." She refused.
"You like him."
Suddenly she got a hold of the hem of my shirt, making my eyes meet with her.
"You say that again I will kill you." She threatened me, then let me go, walking away.
After I got the food, I plopped down next to Jasmine, smiling.
"She likes him." I said, referring to the conversation I just shared with Topanga.
As we were devouring into the food, Joey had challenged Cory up to a fight.
This was going to be good.
They were both squirrels. It was going to legit be hilarious to watch them fight, only to throw girlie punches.
"How bad do you think this going to end up?" Jasmine asked me.
"Terribly. Terribly, terribly, terribly bad." I answered her, as we started on slurping on our shared milkshakes.
:::
The following day, Cory had arranged a day for me to watch him practice for the upcoming rumble of him fighting.
Jasmine came too since she didn't have cheerleading practice.
When we arrived there, he was rapidly hopping up and down frantically.
Afterwards he stopped, trying to regain his breath.
"Oh, that's pretty amazing."
"I tried lifting weights, but man are they heavy." He admitted.
"You sure you know what you're doing? Taking Joey on?" I asked him, concerned for my friend's safety.
"Absolutely. Cause he's not taking me seriously. You know, I bet he's not even training." Cory predicted, but his assumed calculations weren't correct. Just flying in through the door like nobody's business were Frankie and Joey.
"Hey, Matthews! Come to watch the enemy train?" Joey asked, taking our spot.
"Why am I always wrong about everything?" Cory grunted.
"We don't want you here in our camp.
Maybe this is a closed-door session.
Maybe I'll just whip your sorry elfin duck-face now." Joey tried to attempt at throwing himself at Cory, but Frankie got a hold of him.
"Joey, Joey," he disciplined him, and he quickly calmed him down, then began to teach Joey some lessons on the basic of wrestling.
"Your opponent is playing mind games with you.
Ignore, and focus on the task at hand our training.
Lesson one: Balance.
Now, this is a wrestling technique I picked up while I was touring Japan last summer.
It's called 'Push the wrestler out of the ring.'"
"Oh boy." I heard Jasmine whisper, and I got a hold of her hand.
Joey, like the impenetrable rat he was, scraped himself at Frankie, thrusting him into his reach but failed miserably. When his face had reached in depth with Frankie's gut, it pushed himself back to the floor.
"Shawn, there's a little voice inside my head saying, 'Do not fear Joey.'" Cory stated to me pridefully. We continued to watch and Joey failed again.
" A little voice saying, 'I can beat Joey.'"
However, Joey redeemed himself as he threw himself again, and sent Frankie plowing down to the ground on his back.
A rat like Joey tackling a big guy like Frankie? Cory was a dead man.
"And another voice saying, 'Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!'" He squealed, frightened and getting a hold of my arm.
:::
The next day occurred, and there was the fight. Before it started, it was only my available option in portraying as a friend to Cory during this time into acting like an assistant manager for him.
He was fearful for life, as he was staring over at Joey and Frankie.
Jasmine was right here next to me, getting ready to cheer on Cory.
Since the fight wasn't big, she was the only cheerleader here. She came to only support Cory as well, like I did.
It was honestly going to be hard watching the fight, with her in the uniform. As she stood up, the slight rise of her top piece revealed her stomach. It was attractive as can be.
"Joey trained with Frankie, the immovable object.
My advice to you move." I whispered in his ear.
"To the winner goes the jacket and the spot on the team. Now, let's go! Shake hands!" One of the wrestlers ordered.
After the signaled whistle, the match began. Doing as I said, Cory dodged Joey's jump at him.
"Aw, he moved, Frankie.
Is that in the rules? What the heck are you doin'?"
This gave Cory the opportunity to pin him to the ground, which he made it to three strikes. It worked!
"Ha-ha-ha! Oh, yeah! I won! I won!" Cory declared in pride, clapping both of my hands as well as Jasmine.
"Good job Cory!" Jasmine praised him. "Lost to Matthews? I don't think so." Joey refused to believe what just happened.
"I got the jacket, though, right?"
"He beat you by the rules, fair and square."
"OK, then I challenge Matthews to another fight. Unfair and unsquare, after hours. Mano a rat-o." Joey declared this statement as if it was world war three, but without the bombs.
"I don't need to fight you, Joey.
I already proved myself." Cory declined his declaration but he still rambled on.
"Now I think you're proving yourself to be yellow. I'll bet you bleed lemonade." As he was attempting to get himself at Cory, I was beginning to get overprotective of Jasmine. So, I got a hold of her by the arm, then having her leave with me by my side at all times.
"Oh, you can run, but you can't hide, Matthews! You remember this face, 'cause it's gonna haunt ya!" He yelled at Cory.
He proved to me, that he was the rattiest thug out of Harley and his gang. Or now Grif and his gang. Whatever it was.
:::
Cory
Ever since my fight with Joey I won the other night, he wouldn't stop leaving me alone like he promised.
He kept popping in and out of the most random, peculiar faces, yelling out yellow in my face.
It was getting on my nerves.
The last he did it, he jumped out of a garbage can in the hallway. Since I was with my fellow wrestling gang, they insisted on me fighting him again.
So, we did.
At first, Joey wanted us to fight at the shipwreck yard back at the pier, but we concluded that it should be in the gym tonight at 7:00.
It shouldn't be so bad, right? It was just Joey. Joey was strong, but was a bit squeamish and dimwitted. I was able to win against him just by moving with only a couple of baby steps.
Jasmine said she was going to be there to support me even though the others weren't there.
"Shawn, why did I agree to fight Joey? I mean, who am I kidding? I'm not a jock. If Joey wants this stupid jacket so much, he can have it." Cory said, feeling insecure.
"Backing down from a fight, now that takes guts." I stated.
"You'll do okay Cory. If you can win it the first time, then you definitely can. Just keep doing what you're doing." Jasmine said her normal words of reassurance. That's why I loved her. I kissed her on the cheek, having her rest her head on my shoulder. She clenched my hand tightly, both of us sitting there in love. However, we stood back up, as it was time for the fight to begin.
"It's just Grif and a couple of thugs. Who cares what they think? I mean, it's not like it's in front of the entire school." Cory tried to assure himself, but it only got worse for him. It didn't go as he expected, as there were crowds of people ready for the event. Wow, he was right. He was wrong about everything.
That was an accomplishment, I thought sarcastically.
"Why am I always wrong about everything?" He sighed, and headed slowly towards the match. I notice there happened to be other cheerleaders here, so I turned back over to Jasmine.
She wasn't here.
I headed back in the other room where I caught a sight of her crying.
"Hey, Jasmine what's wrong?" I asked her, quickly walking over to go comfort her.
"I thought I was going to be the only cheerleader. I thought it wouldn't be as big, Shawn. I can't do it. I won't be able to make it out there in front of those people." She whimpered through her words. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into my chest as she cried on my shirt.
"Please don't cry, Jas. It'll be okay. I know you can do this. You've always been good. Keep doing what you've been doing, like you told Cory. I know you, Jas. I love you." I whispered to her at the last sentence, motivating her to get out there.
She was good at anything she could accomplish her heart at. Not only singing, but everything. She pulled away, then looking up at me with those gorgeous, brown eyes of hers. The way they twinkled up at me every time sent me emotions. It showed you how much they cared.
"I love you." She said to me.
"I love you too." I responded her, holding her tightly. She was the type of girl that you just didn't want to let go. Because of how precious she was to me.
I regretfully let go and we headed out, and the fight didn't start. We came to the pledge of allegiance playing, then after that, it was near time.
Originally, Cory and Joey were supposed to have a few minutes to prepare, but me being curious, I wondered what this thing next to me.
"What does this thing do?" I wondered, and I pulled it, resulting in a dinging sound. It was a bell.
"Oops." I stayed in my spot for a while, viewing the fight. It was crazy.
Joey was tagging people after Cory defeated him.
He tagged Frankie for the first run. Then suddenly, before Cory could even fight him, or make a move, Eric got in the ring.
He stood up for his brother defensively, which I respected him tremendously.
He poked Frankie in the eyes, which caused Frankie to take a few steps back. Then his dad, The Vader, tagged himself in place of Frankie.
Eric was dead.
I glanced over at Jasmine, seeing what she was doing. She was doing fine. She had made eye contact with me, and smiled. I knew she could do it.
After the fight was over, it ended terribly. But, for me, it was worth the watch. Jasmine did wonderful.
When she was done cheerleading, she ran over and I picked her up, swinging her around. I was proud of her.
I dropped her to her feet, and made a decision for herself, that I was going to be supportive of no matter what.
"As much as I did pretty well for cheerleading, it isn't my cup of tea.
Just like Cory, I guess I wanted to explore of myself. Cheerleading didn't work out like wresting didn't for Cory. Sorry, Shawn." She apologized for no reason.
"Jasmine it's okay. I understand. It doesn't matter to me what you are, cause no matter what: I love you for you. I don't care even if you become a clown like my aunt Debrah did that one time for money. I'll always love you endlessly." I said to her, and she kissed me on the lips as a thank you.
Everything was good between us. However, as for Cory, he received detention for two weeks with Grif and his gang as a result.
But, he did share a moment with Topanga. It was special.
"You like him." I coughed out, and Topanga rolled her eyes at me, then I left them alone.
Jasmine and I watched from a distance at the lockers, but still we were able to hear.
"I need a quote to go with your picture, unless you still wanna go with 'ruh.'"
"Well, what'd you put for you?"
Then Topanga recited:
"I do my thing and you do your thing.
You are you and I am I.
And if in the end we end up together it's beautiful."
The two stared into each other's eyes for a while, almost as if they were about to kiss each other. Sadly, they didn't.
However, I did know this.
They were going to end up together. By they way they treated each other miraculously, as well as what he had said next. 
" Put the same for me."
:::
Jasmine
Well, I was no longer a cheerleader. But it was okay.
Shawn accepted that fact, even though I feared he would be disappointed after I told him the news. But he wasn't; he was content.
He loves for who I am, and that's what mattered to me. That was the same for him.
Our yearbook quotes were special, which were:
"It doesn't matter to me
who you are, what you are,
or where you are from. What
matters most is how you
treat me and others, and that
you love me for me,
as well as that I'll love you for you."
Just like Cory and Topanga's, but in our way. We all loved each other so much.  And every ounce of loved we had shared, we spared for one another.
And that was always going to be important to me.
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