Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

Risky Business

At school, Minkus and Topanga were showing their stock market charts up on the board. I didn't bother to do this project with the boys since they would make me do all the work.

"Topanga and I invested our imaginary $1,000 in the stock market," Minkus told Mr. Feeny.

"And how did you do?" our teacher asked.

"We kicked Wall Street butt."

"Yet, none of the companies we invested in discriminate on the basis of race, sex, or bad karma," Topanga added. She drew a smile on the board.

'You got to love her," Minkus grinned.

"You got to lock her up," Cory said in Minkus's mocking tone. 

"Well thought out, Mr. Minkus," Mr. Feeny complimented. "Very politically correct, Miss Lawrence. Which company's next?"

"Mr. Feeny, this project wasn't due for another week," Cory spoke nervously.

"This is just a progress report, Mr. Matthews," Mr. Feeny replied. "Those companies who've made progress should have no problem."

Shawn cleared his throat as he stood up. "We have a problem."

Cory and Shawn walked to the front of the board. "Our investment plan is..." Shawn drew a straight line on the chart. "Proceeding," Cory said. 

"We are pleased to report we have absolutely no losses," Shawn added.

"And we haven't fired anybody, and nobody quit."

"They haven't even started yet," Minkus chuckled.

"No?" Mr. Feeny questioned as the bell rang. 

I packed up my bag and looked to the boys who were both grinning wide at our teacher.

"Should I wait for them, Mr. Feeny?" I ask.

"I wouldn't, Ms. Cooper," he replied.

"Betty, wait-" Shawn called dramatically.

I shrug. "Eh, I'll just wait by the door." So that's what I did.

"I'm glad our company is making money because as the future mother of my children you are going to live in the lap of luxury because I am a provider, babe," I saw Minkus tell Topanga.

"Minkus, anyone can draw lines on a chart and say they're making money," Cory sassed as him and Shawn stood beside me. 

"You know, you guys are big talk because you're bigger than me but when it comes to using your brains how confident are you?"

"More confidenter than you," Shawn said.

Me and Cory look to him. Cory placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let me handle the negotiations, Mongo."

"Just sit back and stay silent, sweetie," I add.

"What have you got in mind?" Cory asked.

"I say we forget Feeny's imaginary money and we invest real money and see who comes out on top," Minkus said. 

"Oh boy," I mutter.

"I don't have a real $1,000. You get an allowance, don't you?" Minkus wondered. 

"That five bucks is sacred. That's my snack money."

"Afraid?" 

"No," Shawn answered.

"Yes," Cory answered.

"I ain't doing it," I answer.

"Make it ten," Shawn says.