Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

The B-Team of Life

At school, the teacher was posting a list for the basketball.

"There it is," Cory said, "The list who made first string, who made second string and who didn't even make the basketball team."

"What do you think is worse second string or not making the team?" Shawn asked. 

"Second string," Cory answered. "What do you think is worse second string or falling out of an airplane and landing on the Empire State Building on your eye?"

I roll my eyes. "Really, Cor?" I ask.

"What? It's just a question." 

"If you make second string, you still have to sit on the bench in front of everyone and your uniform's always clean and you always get a high number like 867," Shawn answered.

"Not something any of us have to worry about, however," Cory motioned to himself. "We're not second string, bench-warming, "B" team guys."

"I made the "B" team!" Minkus exclaimed. "I made the "B" team! Can you believe it? Wait till I tell my father!" Minkus ran off. 

I look to the "Why don't you guys check the list? Just to make sure coach spelled your names right," I say.

Shawn walked over to the list. "Hunter, Shawn, A-team." He looked to me, high fiving me. "Surpriserama!"

"Nice job, Shawny," I say.

Harris went up to the list. "Robertson, comma, Harris. A-team." He turned back to us. "Air Harris. I like it. I'm going to have to shave this."

Cory went up to the list, lastly. "Matthews, Cory, A-team." He looked back at us before back to the list. "Wait a minute. They spelled A with a B!" 

"Oh, Cory," I sigh.

"Doof, you're reading the wrong line," Shawn told him.

I walked over, my finger scanning over the names. "Matthews," I read and my eyes moved to the teams. "B-team, Cor?" I question. 

"Come on, guys. It's got to be a typo," Shawn tried.

"It's handwritten!" Cory exclaimed. "I'm on the B-team, second string. Just drop me on the Empire State Building." He then, opened his right eye open and imitated, falling on the empire state building.

"Aw, so what?" Shawn said, grabbing Cory's basketball from his hand and tugging my shirt sleeve, backing me away.

"Uh, Shawny..." I trail off. 

"Yeah, no big deal," Harris added. 

"Cory, it doesn't change anything," I say to him, not catching onto Harris and Shawn. 

This time, Shawn interlocked his hand with mine, still backing away. "I mean, it's not like you're going to lose your friends."

That was the last thing he said to Cory before dragging me with him and Harris, running away.

***

In class-

I was hunched over, holding a caveman club while in between Shawn and Minkus.

"Homo sapiens," Mr. Feeny started, going to Minkus. "Modern man. As you can see, he walked fully upright had opposable thumbs, and was known for-" 

"A mother who labels his underwear," Shawn whispered to me causing me to giggle.

"At least I have more than one pair," Minkus remarked.

Mr. Feeny went to me. "Moving back through history we devolve to the Neanderthaloids who made and used tools."