𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ━ shawn hunter¹

4│HE SAID, SHE SAID

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❛ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇꜱ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ, sʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ꒱


❝ I WON'T LIE FOR YOU ❞

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Juliet's gaze was focused on Shawn's empty desk. He'd been absent in History, too, and Cory had failed to mention where their best friend was. Mr. Feeny entered the classroom, interrupting her attention. "Mr. Matthews, where did you get that papaya?"

"From home. Is there a problem?"

"I've got my eye on you," Mr. Feeny warned him as he continued to Mr. Turner's desk.

"Hey, George. What's up?"

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

"He what?"

Cory stood. "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?"

"Yes. Hong Kong Sloth."

Juliet facepalmed. "Idiot."

"That's it," Mr. Turner scoffed as he set down his things and stalked out of the classroom.

"Not your best work, Mr. Matthews," Mr. Feeny told him.

"You didn't try at all," Juliet agreed.

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"Hong Kong Sloth?" Shawn repeated.

"Don't look at me, he's the idiot." Juliet pointed to Cory, who looked offended.

"Well, Feeny came up with the 'sloth' but I added the 'Hong Kong,'" he protested.

"That doesn't help your argument, Cor."

"Turner didn't even want to talk about it," Shawn sighed. "He's all 'Hunter, tomorrow you're going to see 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."

"Hey, you've basically described Juliet!" Cory ducked to avoid the series of blows aimed for his head.

A woman came up to them, halting Juliet's attack on her friend. "Oh, my name's on the door! They didn't have to do that!"

"You're the new guidance counselor?" Cory asked.

"Hi, I'm Devon Collins."

"Hi. Shawn Hunter. Guide me."

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Juliet woke to the sound of someone tapping at her window. She really needed to remember to leave it open. She was groggy as she pushed it open and let Shawn in. The boy stuck his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket once he was standing. "Julie."

"What on earth possessed you to be up now?"

"I wanted to talk to you," he explained. "I've been thinking—"

"You can do that?" she wondered, grumpy at the four-in-the-morning hour.

Shawn rolled his eyes, knowing that when she was tired she was short-tempered. "Yes. The guidance counselor, she had some good points."

"Okay?"

"I'm taking off, Julie. I-I just wanted to say goodbye before I left." As much as he wanted to ask her to come with him, he knew her education was far more important to her. Besides, she didn't need him. She had Jack, after all.