Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, although it would be cool if I did…

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Chapter 1

Kimberly Ann Possible threw on her cheerleader uniform and walked out of the bathroom, smiling at herself in the mirror.

"KP! Wait up!" Ron Stoppable yelled. "Where you headed?"

"Cheer practice."

"That's today!?" Ron asked, topping dead in his tracks.

"Ron we have practice everyday! Even Rufus knows and he's not even on the squad!" Rufus popped out Ron's pocket and waved a pompom in the air.

"I'll be there in a sec!" With that he ran down the hall.

Kim walked into the gym to be met by Bonnie Rockwaller, staring her in the face.

"What is it now, Bonnie?" Kim rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You, Possible, are 5 minutes late! I don't think that a cheer captain should BE 5 minutes late."

"Ok, Rockwaller, so I'm a little late, but I don't think that's a very valid reason to jump on my being captain. Sure you're not jellin' just a teensy bit?" Kim asked squeezing her thumb and forefinger together.

"Ugh. Why would I be jealous of you? What have you got that I haven't?"

"A boyfriend." Kim replied motioning to Ron walking in the room. Bonnie's mouth dropped open and a flash of some strange emotion flashed onto her face, but before she could reply Kim spoke again.

"Well, if you have anymore complaints, you can either let me know later or quit the squad. But for now, we have Regionals to prepare for." Kim walked away and gathered the rest of the squad in the center of the gym.

"I'll show you, Possible. Just you wait," Bonnie muttered under her breath. She ran over to the rest of the squad just as Kim was turning on the music.

"A 5, 6, 7, 8!" With that, Kim launched herself into a back handspring with a split at the end. Quickly jumping to her feet, she danced gracefully across the floor. Once the music paused she began to cheer:

WHO'S GONNA WIN AGAINST THEM ALL?

WHO? WHO?

MADDOGS!

GO MADDOGS!

CUZ IT GOES

M-A-D. D-O-G.

THAT'S HOW WE SPELL VICTORY!

GO MADDOGS! GO, GO MADDOGS!

GO MADDOGS! GO, GO MADDOGS!

WE'RE NUMBER ONE!

Kim finished the cheer with a back handspring toe touch and a hurkey to the left before landing on the gym floor in a half-split. Breathing hard, she held her smile and giggled as the squad cheered.

"I love it, Kim! The other squads have nothing on us!" Tara exclaimed as the girls burst into cheers and high kicks. Only one person wasn't so happy. None other than Bonnie Rockwaller.

"Kim!" Bonnie said smiling and running up to her side. Kim's defensive side sprung up immediately.

"What is it Bonnie?"

"I love your cheer!"

"Really?" Kim started to ease up as she smiled.

"Yeah…one problem." Bonnie's smile faded. "I think that someone lighter should lead the cheer. You know, someone who can jump higher, get better air, and things like that. Someone like….ME."

"What's that supposed to mean, other than the fact that you want to be cheer captain?" Kim said raising an eyebrow.

"You're not thin enough. I mean, look at the rest of us. Tara is 110. Martinique is 111. I'm 109. Not to mention the other girls who are tinier than us. And how much do you weigh, Possible?"

"My weight is none of your business, but if you must know, I'm 105." Kim smiled knowing she was smaller than Bonnie.

Bonnie looked wounded, but recovered quickly. "Are you sure Kim? Because it seems like you're a little on the chubby side." She reached out and grabbed hold of the skin on Kim's stomach.

Slapping her hand away, Kim's glared at Bonnie. "Look, there is no need for personal attacks, Rockwaller. If you want to see who's better, then let's have a cheer off. Then we'll see who's 'a little on the chubby side,' if I may use your words," Kim retorted using air quotes.

The rest of the squad "oohed" and mumbles of "she's not gonna take that" rippled through the girls.

"You still use those, Possible? Ugh. That was so Middle School. And as for your little challenge, I'm up to it…that is if you can handle it."

"Oh no she didn't," Martinique said. The squad nodded there head in agreement and whispered amongst themselves.

"Girls! Calm down. Bonnie, meet me in the gym tomorrow at 3pm. Sharp. Get it? Got it? Good." Kim stalked off, wrapping her arm around Ron's waist.

"What was that about, KP?" Ron asked when they left the gym.

"I'm sick of Bonnie always thinking she's better than someone. I'm gonna show her. You watch. I mean, how dare she call me fat?!" She turned to Ron, with a hint of worriedness in her eyes. "I mean, I'm not…fat, am I?"

"Kimberly Ann Possible. You are not fat and don't even think that for a second. I should know…" Ron raised his eyebrows quickly and smirked. Kim giggled and stood on her tippy toes, leaning in for a kiss. Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground, pressing his lips to hers.

"NO PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION IN MY HALLWAYS STOPPABLE! YOU TOO, POSSIBLE!" Mr. Barkin yelled. The couple jumped and let go of each other, dusting themselves off before apologizing.

"Sorry, Mr. Barkin." They ran out of the school in and broke into a fit of laughter.

"KP?"

"Yeah?"

"I have one word for that kiss."

"Huh?"

"A-BOOYAH!" Ron said pumping his fist into the air. Kim laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked him on the cheek as they walked down the street. In the back of her mind, Kim wondered, "Bonnie couldn't be right…could she?"

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Uh-oh. What's up with Kim? Who will win at the cheer-off tomorrow? You'll have to wait until the next chapter. MWAHAHAHAHA! 