"Topanga does not have a squish on me!"

He was relieved to find this was true, of course. Topanga was crazy, she was weird, and Cory didn't want anything to ido/i with girls or love.

Right?

Mrs. Eric Matthews.

Something about that gave him a sick feeling in his gut. Because if she married Eric she'd be my sister-in-law and who wants that? Definitely because of that.

That's just what I want, to be Topanga's boyfriend. We'll name our children Plankton and Chewbacca!

He did not want to be Topanga's boyfriend, he did not want her to have a squish on him.

"Be afraid, Matthews. Be very afraid."

"Minkus can have her!" Cory groaned out loud.

Mrs. Eric Matthews.

He groaned again and fell back onto his bed. Something else was sickening him about this.

"Sounds like you're jealous!"

"Damn you, Eric!"

Topanga did not have a squish on him. He didn't want to be her boyfriend, and if Shawn or Eric suggested that again he'd smack them. Or hit them with a really big stick.

It was Eric's fault, really. Ever since the day he'd come to talk to the class everything had gone crazy.

"Damn you, Eric."