Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.

Having a tracking device on your best friend can lead to some interesting and strange discoveries. But some you wish you were better off not knowing. One shot.

(Middleton High Gym) Kim's P.O.V.

"What is Ron doing here during lunch?" I asked myself, "He never misses Pizza day!"

"The only day that the lunch has edible food and you drag me here to find Ron when you don't even need my help," My dark skinned friend Monique grumbled. I know she is mad at me for pulling away from her lunch to find Ron and I would have to make it up to her somehow. "How do you know he is even here?"

Well there is a question I am going to pretend I didn't hear. If I go overboard with my worrying, it would probably seem like I didn't hear her and Monique will "try" to calm me down. Yeah, that will work.

"Ron might be able to eat anything they serve at the cafeteria, but this is the day where he would attempt to steal my food when I am not looking. Sometimes he go over to Bonnie's table to get the leftovers from her posse and her. There is definitely something wrong is he misses out on the opportunity to get all that possible free food!"

"Girl, calm down. He might have lost his appetite," Monique said. I stared at my friend and she stared back before we bust out into a laugh.

"Good one Monique! Ron lose his appetite? Never happening!"

A sudden yell caught Monique's and I attentions. The noise had came from the girl's locker room. We both silently moved towards there and entered the room.

The first thing we noticed was a pile clothes thrown on the floor.

"Um, Kim, is that Ron's jersey?" Monique asked, pointing at the familiar red piece of clothing, "And isn't that the new shirt Bonnie was wearing today?"

I looked closer and picked up a dark blue shirt with the Club Banana logo on it. I also noticed Ron's pant and undergarments in the pile, along with a female undergarments. My brain was processing the information and the conclusion it made was unbelievable.

"Kim, maybe we should leave," Monique suggested.

"Ron, couldn't be doing this with her," I whispered, "No, he couldn't. I'm sure this is some strange misunderstanding with Ron walking into the girl's locker room to take a shower by mistake with Bonnie being here before him and thinking it is another female that came in."

Monique gave me a doubtful look and I grabbed her response.

"I'll show you. Ron and Bonnie are in two different showers right now."

Another yell was made and it clearly sound like "Oh yes!" I pulled Monique to the showers and came site that made my brain short circuit. The oncoming pain became so unbearable that I knew had fainted.

(Minutes later; Kim's POV)

When I woke up, I saw Ron's face with his soft brown eyes and cute little freckles looking at me with that loving concern that I wished some of the hot guys would look at me with. Suddenly, I got a headache and remembered the something from a few minutes ago.

"I can't believe you!" I yelled at Ron, causing him to jump in fright and then I noticed he had clothes back on, "Her! Of all people, why couldn't you chose something I wouldn't mind. Like Tara or Monique?"

"What's wrong with me?" Bonnie asked, who was also back in her clothes.

"You a controlling bitch that is probably using him to get some dirt on me! Admit it!" I yelled.

"I wanted a thing with no strings attached and someone I could trust they wouldn't speak of it to anyone," Bonnie said nonchalantly, like finding out the person you hated is messing around with your male best friend is completely okay, "He totally agreed since he has some pent up energy he needed to release. I want to know why Tara and Monique are better choices."

"Both of them would have an actual relationship with him, not some fling made by teen hormones," I said. And Bonnie laughed in response, which really unnerved me.

"Kim, there is so much you don't know about Ron's social life. If you knew the whole truth, you would never look at him the same way," Bonnie said, "Is there anything you want to share, Ronnie?"

I bristled at the strange nickname Bonnie used for my friend and saw Ron was glancing around nervously.

"It's not my place to say," he answered, not looking at me.

"But, almost everyone agreed if she ever found out, then it would be fine to tell her when she found out," Bonnie said.

"Keyword is almost."
"Everyone else," I muttered before I felt my face twist into a snarl that was directed towards Ron, "Who else have you been messing around with, Ron?"

"It's not that hard, Kim. He only hangs with one large group of females on a regular basis, " Bonnie answered, with a wicked grin.
"No. Ron wouldn't," I muttered as the only logical conclusion entered my mind. I balled my hands into a fist and felt my nails pierce the skin. Ron wisely chose this time to escape the bathroom.

"He has. Every single one of us, including Tara," Bonnie said closing in on Kim.

"And the pleasure so great I find myself coming back everyday," Bonnie whispered into Kim's ear, "He's at his best when he comes back from a mission with you. Just to think, all this time you have been missing all these opportunities."

I fought the urge the pommel this wicked witch hiding under the guise of a teenager. I knew I was shaking visibly and my face was beet red from anger. Bonnie just stared into my eyes, like she was staring in my soul.

Then she has the nerve to smirk, right in front of my face. That damn infuriating smirk of hers. I just wanted rip it off and replace with a zipper so she could never talk again.

"How does it feel, Kim? To know you are too freakish and scary that even a guy like Ron can't see in an attractive light," Bonnie taunted, "Or maybe it's the fact you don't really have anything to show on your body."

"I mean you are thin and fit, but I'm pretty sure Ron likes being able to grab some assets," Bonnie continued, emphasizing her point by groping her breast, "That green chick might be freakish like you, but I'm envious of how well endowed she is. I think Ron with be down with that if she ever gave him a call."

"Ron wouldn't," I started, but stopped myself as I remembered what Ron said the first time Wade showed us Shego. Oh yeah, he would definitely be down with that.

I lowered my head, letting my hair cover my face as I felt tears come to my eyes. Why am I about to cry? Why should I care about what type of girls Ron finds sexually pleasing? He's my best friend and a third brother to me. He probably feels the same about me and that would awkwierd if he didn't. Right?

I felt a finger glide across my face, right under my eyes. This bitch had the nerve to touch me in my current state of mind?

"Kim's tear. I've always wondered what color they would be, but I'm disappointed. They probably taste weird," I heard Bonnie say. I looked up to see her actually stick her finger in her mouth! She closed her eyes delight, like my tears was some sort of delicacy! What was up with this bitch?

"Strangely enough, they are very tasty," Bonnie said, "I would get some more, but I don't think it would be worth getting mauled by a lion."

Bonnie just laughed as she left the room, leaving me in a confused state of anger and sadness. So I chose the only rational decision a teenager would do. Run away.

(Possible House; Anne's POV)

I ,Anne Possible, was enjoying one of my few days at the house by myself of the year. The boys were with their father at the space station and Kim was at school. Just a great day to relax.

But today was not the day for relaxation, because my emotional distressed daughter came flying through the front door and into the living room.

"Mom? Shouldn't you be at work?" Kim said as she brushed away the tear stains on her face.

"And shouldn't you be at school?" I retorted as I approached my daughter and hugged her. I gently rubbed her back, like I always do to let the floodgates open. Kim sobbed for the next few moments in my comforting embrace.

"Mom, am I ugly?" she asked suddenly.

"No, you are very beautiful," I answered, "You take after me in the looks, remember. Why do you ask?"

"Just what happened at school," Kim said as she left my embrace and sat down on the couch beside her. I sat beside her, putting my arm around he shoulder. silently telling her to tell me about her day.

"I just don't understand why Ron would do that with her of all people!"

"What did Ron do to make you like this?" I asked. Kim's face flushed red and looked down.

"He was involved with Bonnie," She answered quietly.

"Involved with what Kim?" I asked, "That's very vague."

"They were involved in inappropriate activities for our age."

'That is a long list of activities, Kim.' "Were they drinking?" I ask.

"No! They were doing what you and dad would do in the bedroom," Kim answered, "But in a public area."

"What! Why I should call both of their parents right now!" I yelled, ready to grab the phone in the kitchen.

"But it gets worse," Kim said, stopping me in my tracks, "Apparently Ron has been with all the other cheerleaders, beside me."
"What is wrong with all of them? Are any of them using protection?" I asked Kim, who quickly shrugged her shoulders, "I thought this was a nice suburban town. Not some city school with loose girls and boys running around! All of their parents' need to punish them by making them watching a 3 hour encore of the birds and bees movie!"

"Mom, I think that is a little cruel," my still pure darling said.

"No! I'm not going to let you be corrupted by these harlots of your cheerleading squad!" I knew I sounded a little hysterical, but I my daughter had to know that behavior was unacceptable, "And Ronald is not allowed to be around you until we talk to his parents. I'm going to call his parents right now!"

"But I wanted to be with him too..." I heard my daughter mutter. I locked back in shock and she was shocked too, shocked that I heard her!

I stomped over to her and grabbed her by the ear, dragging her to my room. "Wait until your father hears about this! You'll be lucky to even see Ron after that comment!"

"Please don't tell Dad! He's going to send Ronnie into outer space!" she yelled.

"Ronnie? Oh no young lady, you can't see that little player friend of yours for the next couple of weeks, unless it missions or school! He can't be here unless he's under supervision of your father or me. And you can't be at his house. And don't let me find out you are seeing him somewhere in public!"

"Mom! That's harsh and why am I being punished. I haven't did anything!"

I glared at my daughter, who whimpered. "It doesn't matter that you haven't, it's the fact you do! I'm not ready to be a grandmother!"

'Mom is totally wigging out!' I practically hear Kim thinking, due to her facial expression, as she was painfully dragged into my room and thrown on the bed.

"You are to stay in this room until your father arrives!" I yelled in my enraged stae, "I'm going to call him now. You are not to leave, am I clear?"

Kim nodded dumbly. I knew she was thinking about contacting Ron through Wade to save the blonde.

I surprised my daughter by placing my hand suddenly right in her face. "Hand it over, Kimberly. All of it."

The daughter knew what I was asking for, and by the tone of my voice, Kim knew there was no reason to even attempt to argue. The girl hesitantly pulled out her cell phone and unique communicator out of her pockets. I, getting agitated by my daughter's reluctance to give up the electronics, snatched both of the devices. And then left the room, slamming the door behind me.

Now to contact the man of the house and have him handle this situation. Whatever comes of it, Ron deserves it!

AN: Just had this sitting around for a couple of years. If anyone wants to use this one shot for a story, go right ahead. Just PM me when you post it because I would like to see your take on it.

I'm just poking fun at harems, even though one of my stories is going to have one anyway.