Disclaimer and Author's Notes: The Walt Disney Company owns the series Kim Possible. I receive nothing for this story but your reviews and calloused fingertips. This is a Middleton High School Senior Year story that includes fourth season details which have been broadcast so far. It explores what might happen if Bonnie received the worst news a teenage girl could get. Beware. There are a few major lemons sprinkled throughout this fic (mostly ch. 9,10 and 11) and the language gets sailor-ish at times. I tried to keep it clean but they are all eighteen year old legal teens with raging hormones, therefore the adult rating. (It's their story, I just took dictation and cleaned it up a bit. Bonnie had the rights to the final edit.) The story's complete so I'll post a few chapters at a time when I can.
Nobility
By pbow
Chapter 1 The Towel
Bonnie Rockwaller, glistening with perspiration from a whole evening of enthusiastically cheering on her Middleton Mad Dogs football team, slammed open the door to the locker room and angrily yelled, "STOPPABLE! GET YOUR SCRAWNY BUTT OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!!"
"What now?" Ron Stoppable, star running back of said Mad Dogs, groaned and got up slowly out of the whirlpool tub filled with ice water. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and gingerly hobbled out of the training room to the exit door where the angry brunette stood. "What do you want Bonnie? I was trying to ice down some of the soreness from the game."
"You're sore!" the teal-eyed girl growled as she wiped the sweat, (Oops I mean perspiration. Guys sweat, girls perspire,) from her brow on the sleeve of her cheerleading uniform, "well, so am I! You dropped that one pass and almost lost it for us!"
Ron's head sank to his chest. "Is this about that last pass to me?"
"Yes, that last pass!" Bonnie stepped into the mens locker room letting the door close behind her and folded her arms across her chest. "If you caught it we coulda kicked a field goal then and there! Lucky for you Henry bailed you out on the next play and caught the winning touchdown!"
Ron sighed a heavy sigh. He slowly shook his head and softly groaned, "You don't know what your talkin about."
"WHAT!?!" Bonnie screamed in disbelief and defensively denied, "I don't know what I'm talking about!?!"
"Nope."
"Listen Stoppable, I've been cheering on the football team for four years now! FOUR YEARS! You've been on the team less than ONE!" Bonnie waved a single digit in Ron's face and was so adamant her finger almost disappeared up his nose. "I think I know a little more about football than you do!"
Ron peered at the brunette cheerleader as his ire rose. He growled, "Do you really want to do this now or can you at least be decent and wait til I get dressed and we're on the bus!"
"Let's do this now Stoppable!" she spat back at him, her teal eyes flaring in anger.
Ron hitched up the towel and crossed his arms as he set himself for battle. "Alrighty then. For your information, ROCKWALLER, I dropped the ball on purpose!"
"You did WHAT!?!" Bonnie stared at Ron like he had just declared himself 'Lord High Poobah, Overlord of the Universe' and asked her to give him a total body massage. In other words, utter disbelief.
"I said I dropped it on purr-puss!" he harshed, pronouncing the last two syllables deliberately.
Bonnie's fists clinched in rage as her face reddened. She uttered between gnashing teeth, "You wanna explain WHY you intentionally drop a pass that woulda set up the winning score?"
Ron felt the towel around his midsection slip a little and pulled it back up. "Are you sure you wanna know?"
"JUST TELL ME!!!!"
A smirk played across the blond's face as his stance relaxed into almost smugness. "Circumstances and your boyfriend."
"Circumstance?" Bonnie begged in total shock. "And how does Kevin fit into you screwing up?"
"Do you remember what the circumstances were?" Ron queried. The towel started to head south again but he caught it and re-tied the cotton material around his midsection.
"Yeah," Bonnie shrugged, her pique partially deflated, "it was second and ten. We needed eight or nine yards to get into good field goal position. Something you would have gotten if you caught the damn ball!"
"How many time outs did we have?" Ron asked nonchalantly checking his dirty fingernails. "Of course they're dirty," he thought to himself, "I've been playing football."
Bonnie didn't even think for a second. "We had one time out left." Ron slowly shook his head in the negative and Bonnie suddenly realized why he asked. "No that's right. We lost that one challenge early in the fourth quarter that cost us our last time out."
Ron hitched his thumbs in the towel and smiled. "Aaaaand how much time was left after the play?"
Bonnie slapped her forehead and groaned, "Four seconds."
"If I'd a caught the ball I woulda got tackled right away short of the first down and we didn't have enough time to get up to the line of scrimmage to stop the clock." Ron rubbed his aching ribs with pride. "I stretched out for that pass and knocked it down on purpose to stop the clock."
"I see," Bonnie said totally getting into the conversation. "The Outerton corner back had been keying on you. He'd been shadowing you all game. You knew he'd go for the tackle instead of trying for an interception. You really took a vicious hit going over the middle like you did."
"Yep Yep!" The towel made a mad dash to the floor again but Ron caught it before it exposed his private parts. Bonnie noticed the towel had headed toward the floor for the third time and wondered what was wrong with the towel... or Ron.
"But what does Kevin have to do with it?" Bonnie queried, her eyes now flitting between the white terry cloth around his waist and his face.
Ron's smile grew. "Your boyfriend the quarterback, the leader of the TEAM, told me to drop it if I didn't think I could score."
Bonnie's eye's shot up to Ron's face in puzzlement. "Kevin told you to drop it? What about his statistics?"
"I asked him the same thing in the huddle," Ron laughed. "He said damn the stats, if I couldn't score on the play he knew another one that would." The towel around Ron's waist was definitely attracted to the cement floor. It tried, unsuccessfully, to escape south yet again. Ron wrestled and cajoled with the absorbent wrap as he tried to bring it back into line around his waist.
Bonnie was becoming mesmerized by the intense dislike the towel had for Ron's midsection but continued the conversation. "Yeah. The Alley Oop to Henry in the corner of the end zone," she said partially distracted but with her barracuda smile beaming. She smiled a little due to the fact the team had scored on the next play but mostly because of Ron's difficulties with his minimal attire.
"Yep, I was the fourth option on the play," Ron said with a slight embarrassed titter. "It was meant to go to Henry on a right sideline pattern but he was triple covered. The second option was to James on a fly to the goal post and the third was to Frank down the left sideline. Jimmy tripped and fell and Frankie had stepped out of bounds so he cut his pattern off since he was ineligible."
Bonnie returned her attention to the conversation and slumped in defeat. "And of course you were the safety valve after Kev faked the hand-off to you up the middle. Everyone was either covered or out of it so he threw the outlet. Kevin didn't want to lose yardage if he got sacked and if he tried to run the ball in himself he would have gotten tackled and the clock would have run out."
"Right!" Ron said gleefully and threw his hands in the air. The towel and/or gravity finally won out as the white terry material swiftly fell to the ground. Ron's whole body went red from embarrassment as they both looked down at his southern exposure. When Ron realized Bonnie was still standing in front of him and staring at his manhood his hands swiftly shot to cover his privates. "Oops, sorry Bonnie it... I didn't... It musta..." Ron's eyes darted around the room as he panicked and dashed back into the training room to hide.
Bonnie's wide eyes were riveted on the spot where Ron's exposure had been mere seconds ago before she trembled in stunned awe and stumbled backward out the door.
"Bonnie! What were you doing in the team's locker room?" Kim Possible, head Mad Dog cheerleader, shouted when she saw the teal-eyed girl tumble backwards out of the door and fall on her butt. Kim ran over to assist her teammate up.
"He, I, your..." Bonnie stuttered with eyes the size of Colorado. "WOW!"
Kim took the obviously shaken girl's arm and helped her over to sit on a bench.
Bonnie slumped onto the seat before her head turned slowly to look up at the head cheerleader. "Did you know..." She gulped down the lump in her throat. "Have you seen..."
"Have I seen what?" Kim queried.
Bonnie shook her head and turned away as she gained some composure back. "Nothing. I went in to congratulate the players on the game."
"Most of the team is already on the bus," Kim said pointing to the large yellow vehicle idling twenty yards away. "The only ones left in there are Ron, Kevin and maybe one or two of the coaches."
Bonnie peered down at the ground and flat out lied. "Yeah, I went in there to say congrats to my BF. Don't you want to tell Stoppable he played a good game too?"
"Yes I do," Kim giggled and blushed, "but I don't think I'd ever have the nerve to step into the guys locker room to do it."
"KP we won!" Ron cheerfully yelled as he came out the door fully dressed. He saw Bonnie sitting next to his girlfriend and stopped in his tracks. "Bonnie, I'm..." Ron was cut off by the sudden menacing glare from two fiery teal colored eyes. "...I'm, I'm... I'm sure Kev will be out in a minute," he said weakly in defeat.
"Great Game Ron!" Kim cheered as she ran and leapt into her boyfriend's arms.
"Ow OW OW!" Ron yelped and shriveled from the contact.
Kim jumped back from Ron and cringed. "Ooooo, sorry Sweetie, I didn't realize you were that banged up."
"It's okay KP." Ron gingerly took his girlfriend in his arms and kissed her. "I'm just a tad sore all over. A good nights sleep and I should be up and running by tomorrow afternoon." He took a step and shuddered in pain. "I just gotta take it easy til then."
Kim cautiously wrapped an arm around Ron's waist and started walking him to the bus. When they were out of earshot she glanced back at her fellow cheerleader and saw the brunette with her head in her hands and elbows on knees. A look of shock and awe was plastered across her face. Kim asked her BF, "What's up with Bonnie?"
Ron laughed, then winced and coughed from the guffaw. "Bon Bon got all high horse on me about the pass I dropped at the end of the game."
"You mean the one you intentionally swatted down," Kim stated as a foregone fact.
"Yeah that one."
"You had to Ron," Kim said definitively. "You were going to get tackled and the team couldn't get up to the line of scrimmage to spike the ball with only a few seconds left. The game would have ended in a tie and gone into overtime."
"I know that and you know that," Ron tittered. His face lit up with a smile when he realized he was in less pain when he tittered instead of laughed, "but she didn't realize it til I spelled it out for her." Ron's face went as red as a beet as he groaned, "Then it happened."
"Don't tell me," Kim giggled, "your pants fell down."
"Actually," Ron straightened up to stretch his sore muscles and started to walk a bit better, "I was soaking in a tub when she barged in. I faced off against her in only a towel." He glanced back at the locker room and muttered, "Stupid towel."
Kim spun to face her boyfriend and almost stopped him with a straight arm to the chest. "Did she..." She quickly retracted her hand before Ron would have painfully walked into it. "Did she see... everything?"
Ron's beet red face changed to fire engine red as he tugged at the collar of the black long sleeved shirt under his red hockey jersey. "Yep, 'fraid so."
Kim smiled as she linked arms with her boyfriend and laughed, "I'll betcha Bonnie will never call you a loser again!" The redhead helped her BF onto the bus and to their seat.
Bonnie snuggled into the chest of her boyfriend on the back bench seat of the bus. She coyly asked, "Kev Honey, did you actually tell Stoppable to drop that last pass to him?"
"Of course I did," the quarterback laughed loudly, "unless he was wide open and could score! He knocked the ball away all perfect like so no one else could catch it too. That Stoppables really got game!" He raised up slightly in his seat and pointed to the blond halfway to the front of the bus. "YOU HEAR THAT STOPPABLE? I SAY YOU DA MAN!!!" Ron gingerly turned in his seat, smiled and threw a thumbs up to Kevin. The raven-haired quarterback looked down at the girl by his side. "You know you were wrong to tear into The Mustang like you did in the locker room. He scored twice, rushed for a hundred eighty some yards and caught three balls for twenty more. He's a real player!" The quarterback slid back into his girlfriend's embrace.
"Mustang?" Bonnie queried as she nestled into his chest.
"Yeah. That's the nickname we gave him." Kevin said as he traced the big 'M' on the front of Bonnie's sweater with his index finger.
"Why the moniker?" Bonnie sighed sensually as his digit hit all the right spots under the letter.
Kevin laughed raucously. "Cause he runs like a wild horse. Well, mostly cause he's hung like one. You saw what I mean when his towel fell down."
Bonnie pouted. "I didn't think it was all that. I mean it was kinda big but..."
"Yes there's a but!" Kevin interrupted her sentence. "The Ronster was the first one in the locker room after the game and jumped into an ice bath right away. You know what cold water does to a man's Johnson."
"I guess." Bonnie said off-handedly as her barracuda grin flitted across her face. She burrowed into his arms and quickly changed the subject. "What about your passing statistics. Won't that incomplete pass hurt your chances to get a scholarship next year when you try out for a college team?"
"Nah!" Kevin wave it off with his free hand. The other was wrapped around his girlfriend and lazily circled south down her back. "Most college coaches don't look too close at stats. They're more interested in how you preform on the field and during tryouts. Did you know there were a coupla college scouts at the game tonight? There's this one from Eastern Colorado U that's been watchin me for the last few games."
"We've never talked about the future," Bonnie said casually. "Is that where you want to go to college?"
Kevin scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "I guess, if I can get a full free ride. They have an excellent Ag program and I don't think the 'rents can swing tuition if we have another so-so crop like last year."
"That's right," Bonnie giggled and patted his chest, "I keep forgetting you're a farm boy."
"Say Bonnie, do you wanna go out to Lake Middleton when we get home?" Kevin slyly asked. "We can watch the submarine races like we always do." The hand that was snugged around Bonnie's back disappeared down inside the waistband of her skirt and panties.
Bonnie scratched the chest of her steady boyfriend before her hand went lower and came to rest in his lap giving the small bulge a light squeeze. "Sure, why not. Mom's out of town again and I don't need to be home by any special time." Her smile quickly changed to a frown as she laid her head on his lap to take a nap on the long ride back to Middleton.
Rest did not come easy to the teal-eyed brunette.
