Exhilaration | Shawn Hunter [Boy Meets World]

He Said, She Said

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At school, I was doodling on a random piece of paper when Mr. Feeny came in. "Mr. Matthews, where did you get that papaya?" he asked Cory.

"From home. Is there a problem?" Cory asked.

"I've got my eye on you."

"I'm confused," Cory told me.

"Seniors are sending him gift baskets with foods and such," I answer.

"Oh," Cory spoke.

"You were thinking about doing that weren't you?"

"No, Betty, come on, I'm not that stupid," Cory chuckled, but I knew he was lying. He's thought it over.

Mr. Turner saw Mr. Feeny. "Hey, George, what's up?"

"Well, I just wanted to be sure you knew that the Hunter boy missed his history test this morning," Mr. Feeny told him.

"He what?"

Cory got up. "Oh, that's my fault, my fault. I was supposed to tell you that Shawn had a severe case of, uh..." he looked to Mr. Feeny. "Help me out here."

"Sloth?" he suggested.

"Yes. Hong Kong sloth."

I facepalm myself. "Idiot."

Mr. Turner scoffed, setting his stuff down. "That's it."

Once he was gone, Mr. Feeny told him, "Not your best work, Mr. Matthews."

"I agree, could've said something more believable," I say.

***

The next day-

"Hong Kong sloth?" Shawn questioned us.

"Don't look at me, babe. I didn't tell him that," I raise my hands in surrender.

"Well, Feeny came up with the 'sloth,' but I added the 'Hong Kong' part," Cory answered.

"Turner didn't even wanna talk about it," Shawn stood up. "He's all, 'Hunter, tomorrow you're seeing the new guidance counselor.' I'll tell you one thing, though. Shawn Hunter is not gonna waste an hour of his life listening to some baldheaded, long-winded, leisure-suit-wearing know-it-all."

A woman came up. "Oh, my name's on the door! They didn't have to do that!"

"You're the new guidance counselor?" I ask her.