Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. KP belongs to Disney, as do the other characters. Except my OCs.
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Ron groaned as he leaned into his chair. "Where's the teacher…?"
"I don't know…" Kim answered, just as bored as he was. They were expecting Mr. Barkin but he wasn't there. He was uncharacteristically late. She'd wishsomething would happen. Or else she would die of boredom. As if to answer her wish, a woman in a green bone-neck sweater and black denim jeans ran into the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She locked it and panted heavily as she took a breather, leaning against the door. As she turned around to lean against the door, Kim saw her features. Jade green eyes, flowing raven black hair. What was the most striking was her pale green complexion. Kim soon realized that you should be careful for what you wish for.
"Who are you?" Bonnie asked, rather rudely.
"I am your English Lit. teacher. I'm guessing you don't recognize me?" Shego said as she stood up and walked behind the desk. Various replies came from the class. Most of them answered 'no'. "Well, I'm sure Kimmie there knows who I am." Shego smirked as she nodded towards the redhead. The whole class turned to look at her.
"Umm… Miss Go?" Kim said meekly. She used one of Shego's aliases just in case something was up. And it most definitely obvious there was.
"Good. Now, class, any questions before we begin today's lesson?" Almost the whole class raised their hands. Including Kim. Shego decided to annoy the teen hero. "Yes. You. The blonde girl."
"You look…different, Miss Go." Tara commented, her eyes narrowing a little, somewhat suspicious of her.
"Doy. The one you used to know was the 'good' me. When I say 'good', I mean 100, more goody-goody than Kimmie Possible over there and incapable of a single bad thought 'good'. Yang without the Yin. What you see now is the full version of me. I'm meaner, badder and less sweet. Get used to it." Shego glared at everyone with that last sentence. When she saw the fear in their eyes, she smiled. "Next?"
"Just how bad are you?" One of the boys asked.
"I won't have a second-thought when I send you to a week's detention for not doing my assignments. No chances. And all who continuously 'forget' their homework or feed it to their dogs will not like what's gonna come afterwards." Shego stated as she sent a malicious look to the class, sending the message that she meant what she said. The boy gulped, as did a few of the other boys in the class. "Any more?"
"Yeah. Why did you lock the door? Running from the fashion police? 'Cause that look iscriminal." Bonnie said, smirking as she did so. Shego simply walked over to her, placed a slip on the tanned brunette's desk and returned to her desk. Bonnie took the slip and read it. Her mouth fell agape. "Two weeks detention?!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Yeah. For two offences towards the teacher. One for being rude and the other for making a snide remark. Get going before I make it three for shouting." Shego said as she shooed Bonnie out of the class. As soon as the tanned girl left the classroom, Shego turned to death glare at the class once again. "That'll happen to you if you start to act like a smartass. Wise up or you're gonna be serving time with Barkin." She warned. When she got no reply, only scared and worried looks, she took a book from one of the drawers at her desk and opened to a page. "Right. Take your books out and turn to page 56. Today we're going to study…"
Suddenly, someone came banging on the door. "Miss Go! Miss Go!!" Mr. Barkin's voice hollered. "Please open the door!! I have flowers for you!!" Some were creeped out that Mr. Steve Barkin, the Mr. Barkin, was banging on the door and begging for admittance to come in and give their teacher flowers. Shego just ignored him. So the class did, too.
An hour later, the entire class had their hands full of homework. A 5 page essay on Hamlet and a thousand word report on Romeo and Juliet. The time that Miss Go gave them was two and a half weeks. Apparently, Shego's tough but fair. As the bell rang, the students just sat in their seats, afraid that if they stood up and left, Miss Go'll give them detention. Shego blinked.
"Wow. I'm flattered that all of you are so scared of me, really. But when the bell rings, you can just go out, you know. That is, unless I say otherwise." Shego stated. Everyone started to pack their things and stood up. "But do go in an orderly manner." Shego stressed the word to make her point taken. She then sat behind her desk and started to sort out her things as well.
As the students flowed out of the classroom, Kim stopped at Shego's desk with her arms folded. Shego looked up somewhat innocently as if waiting for Kim to say or do something. Kim looked back at the class and at the door to make sure that no-one was within earshot.
"Okay, seriously. What's the deal?" Kim said as she leaned towards Shego questioningly.
Shego got up and started walking towards the door. As she was walking, she said "Walk with me, talk with me." with her right hand in a 'follow me' gesture. Kim followed. They walked pass the various classrooms before something happened.
"Miss Go!" Mr. Barkin greeted gaily as he suddenly appeared right in front of her.
"Get lost." Shego said as she punched the ex-soldier in the nose and walked right past him,
"Ummm... Bye, Mr. Barkin!" Kim said sheepishly as she waved and ran to catch up with Shego. She found her 'teacher' leaning against a black SLR McLaren F1, waiting for her. "Whoa..."
"Like my ride?" Shego said with a smirk.
"Yeah!!" Kim squealed enthusiastically. Her face showed pure joy.
"Well, get in before I leave you." Shego invited as she twirled the keys with her fingers. Shego went all out with the modifications. Side skirts, spoiler, new body kit, the likes. Kim ran over to the car and opened the door. She wasn't the least surprised to see the seats and the whole interior of the car green.
"Is green and black the only colors in your life?" Kim said sarcastically.
"Pretty much yeah. Get in." Shego ignited the engine. 'Purrs like a kitten...'
Kim obliged. "When did you get this? It looks new." the redhead enquired as Shego began to drive out of the teachers' parking lot.
"Just got it last week, Princess."
"I thought they stopped making it."
"I managed to grab the last one."
"You mean you stole it?"
"No. I bought it." Kim looked at Shego skeptically. "No, really! I'm not bluffing ya!"
"R-ight... Anyway, this ride costs more than a million. You must be pretty loaded."
"Yeah. You can say that."
"Did you modify it?"
"Only the looks. Not the performance."
"You mean it still goes 210 mph?"
"Yeah."
"And has a horsepower of 626?" Kim's voice grew more excited by the second.
"Yep."
"And has 575 lbft of torque?"
"Uh-huh."
"And the engine's still a 5.5 liter AMG V8?"
"Yea..." Shego was starting to feel a little weirded out by Kim's knowledge of the car. She shifted her eyes towards the petite girl in a slightly worried manner.
"And it can still go from 0 to 60 in 3.8?"
"Yes!! God! Are you obsessed with this freaking car or something?!!" Now she was just freaked.
"..."
"Well?!"
"... It's my favorite car..." Kim said sheepishly.
Shego felt like if she was an anime character, she'd have a huge sweatdrop on the side of her head.
"What?"
Two sweatdrops. "Nevermind..." Shego said as she looked at where she was driving again. "We're here, anyway."
"Huh?" Kim looked outside her window. They were right in front of her house. "Oh..." The heroine got out of the car and leaned into the passenger window. "Thanks for the ride home."
"Anytime. See ya tomorrow." Shego waved.
Kim straightened and said "Bye!" with a cute wave.
"Buh-bye, Pumpkin!" Shego said as she drove off.
As the SLR got further and further, Kim remembered the whole reason she got into the car with Shego in the first place. 'Damn! I forgot to interrogate Shego!!' She slapped her forehead. She dragged herself to her front door, where she met with her father.
"Kimmie-cub, who was driving that vehicle?"
"My English Lit. teacher, Dad."
"Mr. Barkin?"
"Ew!!! No! It's Miss Go!"
"Miss Go's back?" Mrs. Possible said as she emerged from the kitchen.
"Well, then. We should invite her over for dinner tomorrow, shouldn't we?" Her father suggested.
"Of course, Honey."
Kim groaned as she climbed the stairs to her room.
I FINALLY got to paste this up... Anyway, I just moved and my current house doesn't have Internet. Believe it or not, I'm uploading this from my tuition center. sigh... So sad is the life of a PMR candidate... For those in Malaysia, you should know what I'm talking about.