Disclaimer: I don't own the Boy Meets World or 7th Heaven characters. The
only characters I own are the ones I created, Emily Camden, Miranda Cole,
and Amanda Turner. If you don't like what I'm writing, don't read, k? K!
Introduction: The End of Something New
All around the halls of John Adam's High, things were calm and collected. Everyone had just scurried to class after the last bell rang, and now only two people stood there. One of them, a muscular boy, was yelling and screaming like a maniac, and the other, a tiny girl, was on the verge of tears. Emily Camden was so close to finishing her senior year with the dream-life. Everything had gone so well. She was dating the school jock, hanging around with basically everyone, she was head cheerleader, and valordictorian. She had the perfect life. But everything was about to change.
"Cut it out, Emily, you sissy baby!" Chase Perez yelled at her, and shoved her against a locker.
She tried not to cry, and stepped away from the locker. "But, Chase...you know I love you, and I would do anything for you. I'm just not ready for that yet. I'm only nineteen, and I really don't want to do that before I'm married." Chase had been trying to pressure Emily into having sex with him, but she knew that it wasn't right, not until she was married, or at least in love. And she may have cared about Chase, but she wasn't in love with him. She'd tried to fall in love with him, because he seemed to want this so much, but she couldn't. "Please, Chase..."
"No, you just don't think I'm the right person for you. That's what it is, isn't it, Emily?" Chase yelled, about an inch away from her face. "ISN'T IT?" he screamed at her, knowing that loud voices scared her more than anything in the world.
"No, Chase..." Emily began to cry harder. "That's not it at all, it's not! Please, Chase, I care so much about you. Don't let this happen between us. I love you so much..."
"Why don't you go cry to your mommy or cousin Cory about it?" Chase slammed her hard against the locker. "This relationship is officially over!" he walked away, not once looking back to see if she was ok.
Emily sat on the floor, shocked for a second. "Chase?" she got up, and seeing that she was alone in the hallway, let out a quick sob. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face, dried her hazel eyes, and stood up. "I guess I should get to Mr. Turner's class now..." she sighed, but as soon as she picked for her books, which had been laying on the ground two feet from her, her arm got a jolt of piercing pain. "Ow...what happened to me? What'd he do?" she looked at her arm, and saw the blood spurting from her elbow. Then she turned around, and looked at the locker she had hit, and saw blood there too. She knew that Chase would think she hurt herself, just to get him in trouble, so she covered her elbow with a bandage she had in her locker, fixed her hair and walked slowly up to Mr. Turner's classroom.
"Well, well...little miss cheerleader-valedictorian is late!" Shawn Hunter glanced at Emily, as she took her seat. "Mark this in the record book, Cor..."
Cory Matthews was Emily's cousin. He just shrugged. He knew all about Emily's problems with Chase, but she made him promise not to tell a soul. "Don't be so harsh on her, Shawnie..."
"Just because she's your cousin, and your girlfriend's best friend, Cor, doesn't mean she gets special treatment..." Shawn glared at Emily. "What happened, cheerleading injury?"
"Can it, Hunter!" Emily snapped at Shawn, then turned her attention to Mr. Turner. "I'm sorry, Mr. Turner...I was caught up in Mr. Williams' class. It won't happen again..." she lied.
"It's ok, Emily, sit down." Mr. Turner directed her to her seat between Topanga Lawrence and Stuart Minkus.
"It's ok, Emily, sooner or later, you get used to Shawn teasing you..." Stuart tilted his head and shrugged. "And then it stops hurting..."
"Not today, Stuart, please? I'm not in the mood..." Emily gazed contemplatively at the board, not taking in a word Mr. Turner was saying. This wasn't happening to her. Emily had a perfect life, and she was grateful for it. She had never taken anything for granted. She knew that she was lucky to have everything she had, and this was still happening to her? It didn't seem fair. She lifted her arm to fix her hair, and the bandage fell off.
"Emily...what happened?" Topanga asked, staring at the huge gash in her arm.
"Oh...that...uh..." Emily thought frantically.
"That's fresh...oh gosh...Mr. Turner...she has to go see the nurse..." Topanga nodded to Mr. Turner.
"Go ahead, Topanga, go with her..." Mr. Turner nodded back.
"No, really, I'm fine...I'll have Matt or Mary drive me when I get home..." Megan nodded. Emily was from a very large family. She was one of eight kids. There was Matt, who was twenty, Mary, who was eighteen, herself and her sister Lucy, who were seventeen, and twins, Simon, who was sixteen, Ruthie, who was ten, and Sam and David, who were twins, and only a year old. "Really, Topanga, thanks, but I'm ok..."
Shawn knew that routine all too well. Pretending to be ok, when you were really on the verge of tears. And, even though he hated Emily, he had a deep empathy for what she was going through, and decided to take her to the nurse's office. "Come on, princess, I'll take you. Topanga you can stay here." He rolled his eyes, and pretended to be apathetic.
Emily was very skeptical of this sudden caring nature coming from Shawn. Normally he didn't want to be within a mile of Emily, let alone guiding her to the nurse's office. She shook it off, though, and stood up. "Thank you, Shawn," she smiled, feeling unable to say no to such an awkwardly sweet gesture.
Topanga was very skeptical about Shawn actually behaving sweetly toward her. Everyone knew that Shawn hated Emily with a passion, and him being nice to her, he must have had something up his sleeve. He looked at Cory, knowing that if something happened, Cory would know, but Cory just shrugged, and shook his head.
"Now that that scene is over, let's read from pages..." Mr. Turner started in on the lesson, as Emily and Shawn walked down the hall.
"You didn't have to do this, you know?" she asked.
"Hey, I would have fallen asleep anyway, may as well spend sixth period doing a good deed..." Shawn grinned at her.
"Yeah, I guess I'm a charity case..." Emily chuckled.
"That's a change of pace, huh? A Hunter helping a Camden?" Shawn laughed. Emily's father, Eric Camden, was the Reverend at the town's church, and Emily, Lucy and Simon all ran the can drive. Shawn's father, Chet, always went to the can drive to get food for their trailor.
"Yeah, I guess so...thanks again, by the way..." Emily smiled.
For some reason, lately, neither Emily nor Shawn could come up with a decent insult for one another. It was strange, because usually they were hurling insults left and right. But lately, they'd been feeling strangely toward each other.
"No problem...just remember that next time Chet stops by to get some food...drop us an extra can, huh?" Shawn winked.
"Sure," Emily laughed. "Maybe even two..." she winked.
"So, what happened, anyway?" Shawn pointed to Emily's arm. "Cheerleading?"
"No," she felt dangerously comfortable talking around Shawn. "Chase...he shoved me into my locker. I can't tell Matt, though..."
"Chase would be dead, and Matt would be on the America's most wanted list..." Shawn lifted his chin and let out a laugh.
Emily laughed too. "Yeah, no joke..." her older brother and her father were overly protective of her. Last time a guy had dumped her, Matt had a vendetta against him for the rest of the year, so guys were usually scared to get near her.
Lucy walked past them in the hall. "Emily?" she doubled back, and looked at Emily's elbow. "What happened? Shawn, did you do that?"
"No, Lucy, I didn't." Shawn rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I...uh..." she thought quickly.
"Well, maybe you could say I did. She fell in Mr. Turner's class...landed smack on my pen, and it drove into her arm..." Shawn described to Lucy.
"Ew...are you ok?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah, thanks Luce...I'm fine..." she grinned at Shawn.
"See ya at home then," Lucy shrugged, and walked away.
"Thanks, Shawn." Emily breathed a deep sigh of relief. "She would have definitely told Matt. Then Chase would have definitely been dead. Although, I'm not guaranteeing that would be all bad..."
Shawn laughed, and continued to lead Emily to the nurse's office. "Nah, I don't think so either..."
"Shawn, I have a question, and you're probably not the right person to ask, but you're the only one available at the moment..." Emily sighed.
"Sure, what?" he asked.
"Do you think I'm a bad person?" she looked at her elbow as they turned the corner of the hall.
"No, why?" Shawn looked at her, confused.
"Just a couple things Chase said, that's all...thanks, though," she grinned.
"No problem," he smiled. He'd never before seen her the way he did at that moment. And, frankly, he liked her better when she was insulting him. "Are you gonna be ok, Emily?" he asked.
"I guess," she shrugged. "Thanks...I'll see you tomorrow..." she walked to the door of the nurse's office, and turned around and nodded to him.
"No prob..." Shawn smiled, and walked away.
Introduction: The End of Something New
All around the halls of John Adam's High, things were calm and collected. Everyone had just scurried to class after the last bell rang, and now only two people stood there. One of them, a muscular boy, was yelling and screaming like a maniac, and the other, a tiny girl, was on the verge of tears. Emily Camden was so close to finishing her senior year with the dream-life. Everything had gone so well. She was dating the school jock, hanging around with basically everyone, she was head cheerleader, and valordictorian. She had the perfect life. But everything was about to change.
"Cut it out, Emily, you sissy baby!" Chase Perez yelled at her, and shoved her against a locker.
She tried not to cry, and stepped away from the locker. "But, Chase...you know I love you, and I would do anything for you. I'm just not ready for that yet. I'm only nineteen, and I really don't want to do that before I'm married." Chase had been trying to pressure Emily into having sex with him, but she knew that it wasn't right, not until she was married, or at least in love. And she may have cared about Chase, but she wasn't in love with him. She'd tried to fall in love with him, because he seemed to want this so much, but she couldn't. "Please, Chase..."
"No, you just don't think I'm the right person for you. That's what it is, isn't it, Emily?" Chase yelled, about an inch away from her face. "ISN'T IT?" he screamed at her, knowing that loud voices scared her more than anything in the world.
"No, Chase..." Emily began to cry harder. "That's not it at all, it's not! Please, Chase, I care so much about you. Don't let this happen between us. I love you so much..."
"Why don't you go cry to your mommy or cousin Cory about it?" Chase slammed her hard against the locker. "This relationship is officially over!" he walked away, not once looking back to see if she was ok.
Emily sat on the floor, shocked for a second. "Chase?" she got up, and seeing that she was alone in the hallway, let out a quick sob. She pushed her blonde hair out of her face, dried her hazel eyes, and stood up. "I guess I should get to Mr. Turner's class now..." she sighed, but as soon as she picked for her books, which had been laying on the ground two feet from her, her arm got a jolt of piercing pain. "Ow...what happened to me? What'd he do?" she looked at her arm, and saw the blood spurting from her elbow. Then she turned around, and looked at the locker she had hit, and saw blood there too. She knew that Chase would think she hurt herself, just to get him in trouble, so she covered her elbow with a bandage she had in her locker, fixed her hair and walked slowly up to Mr. Turner's classroom.
"Well, well...little miss cheerleader-valedictorian is late!" Shawn Hunter glanced at Emily, as she took her seat. "Mark this in the record book, Cor..."
Cory Matthews was Emily's cousin. He just shrugged. He knew all about Emily's problems with Chase, but she made him promise not to tell a soul. "Don't be so harsh on her, Shawnie..."
"Just because she's your cousin, and your girlfriend's best friend, Cor, doesn't mean she gets special treatment..." Shawn glared at Emily. "What happened, cheerleading injury?"
"Can it, Hunter!" Emily snapped at Shawn, then turned her attention to Mr. Turner. "I'm sorry, Mr. Turner...I was caught up in Mr. Williams' class. It won't happen again..." she lied.
"It's ok, Emily, sit down." Mr. Turner directed her to her seat between Topanga Lawrence and Stuart Minkus.
"It's ok, Emily, sooner or later, you get used to Shawn teasing you..." Stuart tilted his head and shrugged. "And then it stops hurting..."
"Not today, Stuart, please? I'm not in the mood..." Emily gazed contemplatively at the board, not taking in a word Mr. Turner was saying. This wasn't happening to her. Emily had a perfect life, and she was grateful for it. She had never taken anything for granted. She knew that she was lucky to have everything she had, and this was still happening to her? It didn't seem fair. She lifted her arm to fix her hair, and the bandage fell off.
"Emily...what happened?" Topanga asked, staring at the huge gash in her arm.
"Oh...that...uh..." Emily thought frantically.
"That's fresh...oh gosh...Mr. Turner...she has to go see the nurse..." Topanga nodded to Mr. Turner.
"Go ahead, Topanga, go with her..." Mr. Turner nodded back.
"No, really, I'm fine...I'll have Matt or Mary drive me when I get home..." Megan nodded. Emily was from a very large family. She was one of eight kids. There was Matt, who was twenty, Mary, who was eighteen, herself and her sister Lucy, who were seventeen, and twins, Simon, who was sixteen, Ruthie, who was ten, and Sam and David, who were twins, and only a year old. "Really, Topanga, thanks, but I'm ok..."
Shawn knew that routine all too well. Pretending to be ok, when you were really on the verge of tears. And, even though he hated Emily, he had a deep empathy for what she was going through, and decided to take her to the nurse's office. "Come on, princess, I'll take you. Topanga you can stay here." He rolled his eyes, and pretended to be apathetic.
Emily was very skeptical of this sudden caring nature coming from Shawn. Normally he didn't want to be within a mile of Emily, let alone guiding her to the nurse's office. She shook it off, though, and stood up. "Thank you, Shawn," she smiled, feeling unable to say no to such an awkwardly sweet gesture.
Topanga was very skeptical about Shawn actually behaving sweetly toward her. Everyone knew that Shawn hated Emily with a passion, and him being nice to her, he must have had something up his sleeve. He looked at Cory, knowing that if something happened, Cory would know, but Cory just shrugged, and shook his head.
"Now that that scene is over, let's read from pages..." Mr. Turner started in on the lesson, as Emily and Shawn walked down the hall.
"You didn't have to do this, you know?" she asked.
"Hey, I would have fallen asleep anyway, may as well spend sixth period doing a good deed..." Shawn grinned at her.
"Yeah, I guess I'm a charity case..." Emily chuckled.
"That's a change of pace, huh? A Hunter helping a Camden?" Shawn laughed. Emily's father, Eric Camden, was the Reverend at the town's church, and Emily, Lucy and Simon all ran the can drive. Shawn's father, Chet, always went to the can drive to get food for their trailor.
"Yeah, I guess so...thanks again, by the way..." Emily smiled.
For some reason, lately, neither Emily nor Shawn could come up with a decent insult for one another. It was strange, because usually they were hurling insults left and right. But lately, they'd been feeling strangely toward each other.
"No problem...just remember that next time Chet stops by to get some food...drop us an extra can, huh?" Shawn winked.
"Sure," Emily laughed. "Maybe even two..." she winked.
"So, what happened, anyway?" Shawn pointed to Emily's arm. "Cheerleading?"
"No," she felt dangerously comfortable talking around Shawn. "Chase...he shoved me into my locker. I can't tell Matt, though..."
"Chase would be dead, and Matt would be on the America's most wanted list..." Shawn lifted his chin and let out a laugh.
Emily laughed too. "Yeah, no joke..." her older brother and her father were overly protective of her. Last time a guy had dumped her, Matt had a vendetta against him for the rest of the year, so guys were usually scared to get near her.
Lucy walked past them in the hall. "Emily?" she doubled back, and looked at Emily's elbow. "What happened? Shawn, did you do that?"
"No, Lucy, I didn't." Shawn rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I...uh..." she thought quickly.
"Well, maybe you could say I did. She fell in Mr. Turner's class...landed smack on my pen, and it drove into her arm..." Shawn described to Lucy.
"Ew...are you ok?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah, thanks Luce...I'm fine..." she grinned at Shawn.
"See ya at home then," Lucy shrugged, and walked away.
"Thanks, Shawn." Emily breathed a deep sigh of relief. "She would have definitely told Matt. Then Chase would have definitely been dead. Although, I'm not guaranteeing that would be all bad..."
Shawn laughed, and continued to lead Emily to the nurse's office. "Nah, I don't think so either..."
"Shawn, I have a question, and you're probably not the right person to ask, but you're the only one available at the moment..." Emily sighed.
"Sure, what?" he asked.
"Do you think I'm a bad person?" she looked at her elbow as they turned the corner of the hall.
"No, why?" Shawn looked at her, confused.
"Just a couple things Chase said, that's all...thanks, though," she grinned.
"No problem," he smiled. He'd never before seen her the way he did at that moment. And, frankly, he liked her better when she was insulting him. "Are you gonna be ok, Emily?" he asked.
"I guess," she shrugged. "Thanks...I'll see you tomorrow..." she walked to the door of the nurse's office, and turned around and nodded to him.
"No prob..." Shawn smiled, and walked away.