𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍 ( shawn hunter x fem!reader )

Chapter 10: Santa's Little Helper

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"Stick?"

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Y/n's POV

I sat in my desk in Mr. Feeny's class, listening closely as he finished up the story he was reading A Christmas Carol, "And it was always said of Scrooge that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us. And so as Tiny Tim observed, God bless us, everyone." He closed up the book and looked up to us, a small smile on his lips,  "And so ends dickens' masterpiece, A Christmas Carol."

The two idiots sitting next to me finally turned from their conversation. I knew that something stupid was about to come out of one of their mouths. "Wait a minute that's not the end. Where's the grinch?" asked Shawn

I scoffed and looked at the boy who sat next to me I felt my eyebrows knit together "Are serious right now?" I asked him, and he looked at me and nodded

Cory nodded along as well, "Yeah. Isn't the grinch supposed to show up now and like, take everything?"

I slapped my hand to my forehead and shook it, "You're serious. This-this is happening right now." I said letting out a breathy sigh

Mr. Feeny shook his head and sighed as well, I could tell he was silently agreeing with me. "How come it's called a Christmas Carol, anyway?" Shawn asked

"Yeah, there was nobody in this story named Carol." Cory pointed out

"Miss Lawrence would you please trade places with Mr. Matthews?" Mr. Feeny asked

"All right. I'm a hyperactive, underachieving, 11-year-old boy," said Topanga. Before I could even stop myself, I to laughed. I clapped my hand to my face right after. Cory looked at me and I moved my hand and grinned at him.

"I-I meant physically." Mr. Feeny corrected, I could see him faintly trying not to laugh as well

"Oh, well that takes less of a psychic toll," Topanga said as she stood up from her chair and grabbed her stuff

"Why do I have to move?" Cory asked as he picked up his stuff and moved to Topanga's seat

"We were just giving our view of the book," Shawn said

"Yeah. I mean, you say literary masterpiece, we say...Ahh!" Cory and Shawn made a buzzer sound and put their thumbs down

"Mr. Matthews, I'm less interested in your review than I am that you understand the material. What, in your opinion, was Mr. Dickens trying to express in his Christmas story?" Mr. Feeny walked around his desk and stood in front of Cory

"That if you're a real butthead, then neat ghosts will take you to cool places," Cory said

Now it was Mr. Feeny's turn to make the buzzer sound and stick his thumb down.

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As usual, I sat in between the boys during our lunch period. I swirled my fish tick around in the ketchup. Shawn sat on my left with a bagged lunch from home, which was quite unusual for him. And Cory, who was on my right, held up his fish stick to show us, "Fish and sticks. Two things nature never would've put together." said Cory