Chapter 4: Big Monkey on Campus


Screeches, howls, chatters and grunts. Ron's sleep was restless as his head echoed with the sounds of monkeys. The strangest part was that he could understand them. It was sick and wrong. No one should hear the evil words of monkeys, not even if they are saying 'pancakes'.

"Pancakes!" Ron's eyes snapped open.

"That's right." Mrs. Possible said, "Pancakes, that is if you get there before the twins finish them off." Ron did not need a second invitation. He leapt off the couch and raced into the kitchen where the others were already eating.

"Hola, Kimbo!" Ron said as he slipped into place at the breakfast nook.

"Morning sleepy head." Kim said as she finished off the last of her breakfast.

"Where's the wicked witch." He asked, not seeing his green hued nemesis anywhere.

"She said she had an appointment or something." Kim replied.

"Maybe we can have an almost normal day then, school, cheerleading, maybe save the world..."

"Not in your condition." Mrs. Possible said.

"Come on, Mrs. Dr. P. I feel fit as a chimp. Besides, if something happens, won't it be better to be where Kim can help me rather than here alone while you go to work?"

"Or you could lay in a hospital bed and... Marinate?"

"So uncool, Mrs. P." Ron said sullenly, "Besides, KP needs her Ron-shine. Can't spell cheerleader without the M-A-D-D-O-G!" Ron said, bouncing around in his seat in a relative imitation of his mad dog routine, finishing by burying his face in his pancakes.

"Okay, Mad Dog, you better get ready, or we're going to be late." Kim said.

"Don't forget, Kim, you are grounded." Mrs. Possible said.

"No boys, no friends, no missions, and no delays getting home from school." Mr. Dr. Possible iterated.

"Dad!"

"Remember, this is for Ron's safety as well as yours. You have seen what happens if he over exerts himself. Keep a close eye on him."

"He's my BFF, and we have all the same classes together. It's hard not to keep my eyes on him."

"Especially with the upgrades to his-"

"Mom!" Kim protested at the reference her mom was making.

"Upgrades?" Mr. Dr. P's eyebrows furrowed. He did not know what his wife had been referring to, but he was sure that he wanted his daughter's eyes to stay far, far away from it.

"Yo, KP, let's roll." Ron smiled, as he slid a pair of dark sun glasses over his eyes.

"First, rolling would involve wheels, and yours are still at school, if it hasn't been towed. Second, since when do you wear sun glasses?" Kim asked as she stepped outside under the decidedly cloudy sky.

"It makes Rondo look cool."

"It'll make you trip." Kim said, just before Ron did exactly that. His shoe hit the crack in the walkway and he fell forward. This came as no surprise to Kim, what did surprise her was how he rolled and regained his feet so fluidly that it looked like he had planned the whole thing. This did not, however, stop him from catching his pants on the fender of the car as he rolled, leaving his pants behind him. "Nice recovery." Kim said, as he grabbed his pants and slipped them back on with the ease of a well practiced master.

"What can I say?" Ron said, "The Ron-man has got the moves! Booyah!"

"Ron-man is going to be late if he doesn't get those moves going." Kim took off down the street with Ron jogging behind her, then next to her, then he grabbed her hand and she found herself struggling to keep up. Kim couldn't believe his speed, and he seemed to be moving effortlessly. She was breathing heavily, and Ron was doing most of the work, pulling her through the air between each stride. She leapt and clicked her shoes together to activate her rocket skates. The wheels popped out and she hit the ground rolling. She didn't activate the rockets, but at least like this, she could pull up along-side Ron. "In... A... Hurry... Much?" She gasped.

"Sorry KP!" He grinned, "Didn't realize you were having trouble keeping up."

"You're like one of those guys in the comic books mu cousin reads. What was his name, like the speeder, or something?"

"You mean the Zipper."

"Is he the guy in the red and gold spandex?"

"That's him." Ron said, tossing Kim forward, just long enough to release her hand and wrap his arm around her waist. Kim looked at him. She was impressed by his speed and stamina, but it wasn't him. She leaned closer to him and peeked behind his sunglasses. His eyes were glowing.


English. Dreaded class of old, pompous, overwritten books with no pictures. They would be starting new books today, and Mr. Barkin's choices were never what the class would call page-turners.

"Today," Mr. Barkin announced, "Was going to be the day we started a classic. War and Peace, extended version." He dropped a volume on the desk that looked more like an entire encyclopaedia than a novel, "But things change. Our teacher shortage has been slightly alleviated thanks to the arrival of a new teacher who will be taking over this class." Mr. Barkin announced, "I'd like you all to welcome Ms. Go."

"Morning." Shego entered the class with a smile plastered on her face.

"I'll leave them to you." Mr. Barking said.

"Thanks, Stevie," Shego said, waving as Mr. Barkin exited the classroom. A paper airplane flew and struck Shego in the back of the head. She picked up the offending object and threw it into the garbage. "Let's get one thing straight, class..." She said sweetly as her smile faltered. "Do anything to piss me off..." She slammed her fist down upon the large book Mr. Barkin had left on the desk, igniting her plasma as she struck. In a flash of green, all that was left was a pile of ashes. "Are we understood?" Hasty nods acknowledged her from every seat. The boy who had thrown the plane looked especially pale. "Good." Shego said, "Then let's get started."

"How can she be a teacher?" Kim asked, "Shouldn't her criminal record..." Kim paused as she sensed someone hovering over.

"Ms. Possible, do you have something you'd like to share with the class before I give you your detention?"

"You have a criminal record." Kim protested, "How can you be qualified to be a teacher?"

"My criminal record was sealed thanks to my service." Shego answered, "And I am very qualified for this position, seeing as I have a degree in child development. You really shouldn't be spreading rumours about me. All you had to do was ask. I think a week of detention with me will help cure you of this nasty habit of yours."


"I can't believe her. Detention! I am a cheerleader, I don't do detention." Kim grumbled at lunch."

"Too bad it's not even real detention, the boys were beginning to miss you, and I just don't have the street cred with them that you do."

"Detention?" Mr. Barkin said, "Ms. Possible, you'd better watch yourself. Breaking into a museum and now getting detention. I can't help but feel that this is somehow my fault. I'll be keeping a closer eye on you from now on. Both of you."

"Come on, Mr. B, what did I do?"

"It's not what you did; it's what you're going to do." Mr. Barkin said.

"Extra homework?"

"Exactly." He said dropping a book-like set of papers on Ron's lunch tray. "You better get started, because I want it on my desk at seven o'clock tomorrow morning." Ron did not bother to point out that the school was still locked at that time, knowing that it would only mean-

"No." He said as Mr. Barkin was turning away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stoppable, did you say something." Mr. Barking said with a condescending tone.

"I said no. I will not do it."

"I am the vice principal of this school. My word is law!"

"No, the student guide that is both printed in our agendas and available in the office is law. I have not broken any of the rules posted there, nor any of the rules set down by the teachers of my classes." Ron stood up and looked Barkin in the eyes, "That means that you have no grounds to punish me."

"Is that so?" Mr. Barkin asked with a smug expression on his face, "Then I guess you won't mind your grades dropping from their current Cs to a more appropriate D or F."

"You can't do that?" Ron was shocked.

"What I can't do, apparently, is give you extra homework to raise your grades. So you will just have to accept it." Mr. Barkin walked away, leaving the extra homework.

"Ron, are you alright?"

"I'm failing..." He looked paler than usual.

"It's not that bad, Ron." Kim said, "I'll help you study and you'll pull your marks up in no time."

"I don't think..." He rummaged around though his bag and found a pencil. "I didn't know... I can't fail... Will be set back a grade... Friendship is too important..."

"Ron?" Kim was really worried now. He was acting strangely, talking to himself.

"Sorry, Kimbo, I gotta do this." He was scribbling answers into the blank spots on the sheets as fast as he could.

"Ron, it's going to be alright."

"No... No it won't... They CAN'T take you away from me." There was a crack as his pencil snapped in half. He had finished three pages already. "Sorry, KP. Can I borrow a pencil?"

"Sure, there's some in my bag." She said, looking through the pages he had completed. She felt bad when she saw his answers. She never thought he could do so well. Every answer was perfect, despite his rush. Why did she have so little confidence in him? Did she always underestimate him? She wondered if maybe he usually held back because he knew that was what she expected of him. "Don't worry Ron; I know you can do it." Kim said reassuringly. She couldn't doubt him, not when she had seen what he was capable of. He always pulled through for her. He always did the right thing when it mattered. She couldn't even count how many times his goofy antics had saved her from villains who otherwise would have fed her to ravenous animals or tested some sort of death ray on her. Maybe, just maybe, he just needed the right kind of encouragement.


Kim was surprised at how quickly the extra work got done. Ron actually finished all of it in his spare time during classes, after he had finished the work for those classes. After their last class, which by some strange coincidence, Mr. Barkin was teaching due to their teacher's absence, Ron headed over to Mr. Barkin.

"Thanks, Mr. B." He said as he placed the completed work on Mr. Barkin's desk. Mr. Barkin stared at the first page incredulously, then took out a red marker and wrote a big fat F on the sheet. "But I got the answers right." Ron said, leaning on the desk and pointing to the answers on the sheet.

"Yes. You did. And that is exactly why I am failing you. There is no way you had enough time to complete this work on your own and it is far above the level I have come to expect from you. In fact it is more like what I would expect from Ms. Possible."

"You can't do that Mr. Barkin, Ron did not cheat! I only looked over his first page of answer after he did it. And I didn't even have to correct him on anything. He's been working his butt off all day to have this done for you. You've seen him in class. He didn't fall asleep once, because he was busy doing the work you gave him. He applied himself and he excelled, he actually achieved his potential."

"Ms. Possible, rather that insult my intelligence, perhaps you should go to your detention. Ms. Go is waiting for you."

With a snap the edge of the desk broke off. Splinters of wood dropped from Ron's hand. His knuckles had gone white. "First, Kim is not a liar."

"After last Halloween, her credibility has dropped significantly." Mr. Barkin replied.

"Don't insult her."

"Ron," Kim said, noticing the blue glow, "It's alright."

"Kim, go to your detention. I'll be right outside the window in five minutes. Mr. Barkin is going to watch me get an A on some extra homework."

"I know you can do it, potential boy."

"Thanks KP. I'll see you in a few."


When Kim arrived at Shego's classroom, she found that the windows had been blacked out with large sheets of construction paper. The door was locked. She hoped that Shego had forgotten about her detention and left, but she knocked on the door to be sure. She did not want to get into any more trouble.

"You're late." Shego's voice said, opening the door for her.

"Ron will be waiting just outside in a minute." Kim said. To her dismay, the exterior windows were covered to.

"Does it turn you on to think that he is watching us?" Shego asked, "I don't mind if that's the way you want to swing."


"As much as I hate to admit it." Mr. Barkin said, "This is A plus work, which makes me wonder why you do so poorly most of the time."

"I guess I never really had a reason to try." He said. He left the classroom, closing the door behind him.

"There is only one thing to say after an accomplishment like this." Mr. Barking said proudly to himself as he wiped a tear from his eye, "Booyah. Now it's time to push him to his limits."


The outside window was blacked out. Ron frowned. He didn't like the look of things. Shego was definitely pulling something. He had to get there fast. He raced back in through the doors of the school and headed directly towards Shego's classroom.

"I thought you knew." Ron skidded to a halt as the larger boy grabbed his collar. "D-hall is a loser free zone."

"If you don't take your hands off me, I'll take them off of you." Ron was slammed up against the lockers so hard that the sunglasses fell from his face."

"Shit!" The boy who had grabbed Ron stared into the glowing blue eyes.

"I warned you." Ron said, grabbing the boy by his wrists and twisting the boy's arms until they were on the verge of being ripped from their sockets. The boy was on his knees whimpering. He was biting his lip in an attempt not to cry out. The other D-hall boys were standing well back, the smallest one taking off running.

"Hasn't anyone ever told that woman that cheerleaders don't do detention?" Bonnie huffed as she and the rest of the cheerleading squad came down the hallway. They all held detention slips in their hands.

"I gave Josh a hug and she writes me off for a violation of the PDA policy." Tara said.

"At least she gave you a real reason. She just said I was a snarky bitch." A few of the girls laughed. "It's not funny."

"Oh my God! Ron!" Tara exclaimed. Ron immediately released the boy who, with the rest of the D-hall gang, made themselves scarce.

"Tara." He looked at the cheerleaders. His eyes were back to normal. "Bon-Bon, girls..." He greeted with a goofy smile as he put his sunglasses back on.

"What were you doing?" Tara actually looked a little frightened of him.

"Those guys were messing with me. I just had to show them who the big monkey on campus was." He grinned widely. Tara couldn't help but notice that his incisors liked more like fangs in his mouth.

"Could you be any more of a loser?" Bonnie asked.

"I'm sorry, but I am not the one who get's detention for being a snarky bitch Bon-Bon," He said, "Besides, didn't anyone ever tell you that cheerleaders don't do detention."

Bonnie trembled with rage. "You are such a loser."

"Just because I'm not a part of your little detention club?"

"Let's go." Bonnie snapped, heading towards class once again.


"I've got a proposition for you." Shego said as Kim sat down at one of the desks.

"And what could you possibly have that I could want?" Kim asked.

"Cheerleading." Shego said. "You do remember that you are grounded from extra-curricular activities, don't you? You are such a bad girl."

"You think you can get my parents to make an exception?"

Shego laughed, "They are as pissed as an Irish man on St. Patrick's day." Shego replied, "There's no way you are getting your punishment lifted this early. But I am the new staff representative to the cheer squad. I can arrange special detention."

"And what do you want in return?"

"First you're going to have to change into your uniform."

"It's in my locker." Kim said, heading towards the door.

"Not anymore." Shego pulled the aforementioned clothing from her desk drawer. "Being a world-class thief does have its benefits."

"And just where, may I ask, did this come from?" Shego asked, pulling out a green and black thong.

"I am not wearing that." Kim insisted.

"No, we'll save this for a special occasion." Shego said. "You had better hurry up and change. The girls will be here any second now." Kim made her way towards the door. "Just where do you think you're going?" Shego asked.

"To the change rooms." Kim replied.

"Doy! I thought you were smarter than that princess. When I told you to change, I meant right here and now." Kim immediately flushed bright red.

"But..."

"If you're not changed when they arrive, there is no cheer practice for you." Shego said. "Don't be embarrassed. I haven't changed either." Shego said as she began to remove her clothing.


"What's the meaning of this?" Bonnie burst into the room to find both Kim and Shego in cheerleading outfits and stretching. Kim was looking rather red, though from anger or embarrassment, Bonnie couldn't tell.

"Hello, girls." Shego said, "You better get warmed up. I'm not going to go easy on you because I am new." She said as she easily dropped into the splits.

"Why are you wearing a cheerleading outfit?"

"I like to take a more hands on approach." Shego said, stressing the 'hands on'. It seemed that Kim turned even redder. "Mr. Barkin was fine for getting your permission slips, but he didn't know much about cheerleading, so I volunteered to take his place." She said, as she effortlessly demonstrated her flexibility with some stretches that even most of the cheerleaders would have had difficulty with. Even Bonnie seemed impressed.

"You didn't have to give us detentions." Bonnie huffed.

"You can't have much of a practice without the head cheerleader." Shego replied, "And it seems that she had gotten herself grounded, but that won't keep her out of 'detention'." Shego said.

"And what about me." Ron said, looking at Shego over his glasses.

"You are not a cheerleader."

"I'm the mascot. That is a position on the cheer squad. You can't keep the Mad Dog out!" Ron shouted. Then he ran around the room, performing his crazy antics, though he was not actually wearing the Mad Dog outfit.

"Fine," Shego sighed, "We need someone to move the desks out of the way, so it might as well be you." As Ron pushed the desks to the back of the classroom, Shego addressed the girls. "As some of you may already know, there is going to be a tri-city cheer off during half time at the basketball game at Lowerton High School in three weeks. I will not accept anything less than first place." She glared at the girls. "I will be working you hard until you can take no more, and then I'll work you even harder. You are going to be ready for this even if I have to kill you." She pulled a stack of papers from the desk. "This is our new routine. Know it, live it, and breathe it until you can do it perfectly in your sleep." Shego handed out the sheets.

"There is no way we can do this!" One of the girls complained.

"There is no can't on my squad." Shego ordered, "That's why we have practice. You will learn to do it. Now get to work on your routines." Shego kept a close eye on the girls as they tried, and often failed, to perform the moves. Sometimes, she would help them by providing extra balance, and sometimes she would demonstrate the moves herself. Ron had to look away whenever she got to Kim. He didn't know what he would do if he didn't. He had watched for a few minutes, and he was sure none of the other girls had noticed. "Don't let your butt fly out like that!" Shego said. She straightened Kim up with a hand on her rum and the other on her chest, copping a feel with both.

"Whoa!" Ron said, as he 'tripped' over his own feet and barrelled into Shego, knocking them both to the floor. "Sorry about that, how clumsy of me." Ron said as he got up.

"Princess isn't the only one who needs to keep her ass in." Shego said giving him the same treatment. "A little posture goes a long way for balance." Ron walked stiffly to the back of the classroom and sat down.

"What is she up to now?" He said to himself as he waited for the physical effects of being felt up by an attractive woman dissipated. Shego turned and looked at him and he realized that he had been staring. She discretely winked and held up three fingers and Ron went bright red and his jaw dropped. This was not something he had anticipated. Rivalry, insults and violence, sure, but now she was hitting on both of them. It was not that he hadn't thought of the possibility before, actually he had that fantasy on a pretty much weekly basis, if not more often.

"Ron..? Snap out of it!" Kim ordered.

"Huh?" Ron said as he came back to reality.

"You were like totally spaced out."

"Oh, sorry KP, I kind of got distracted."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." He said.

"Well, practice has been over for like ten minutes. We had better get home. Shego's giving us a ride."

"That's great KP." He said.

"Are you sure you're alright, you look a little red." She placed her hand on his forehead. "I've been worried about you, you know. Tara told me about D-hall."

"It's no big deal KP, they were trying to bully me, and I stood up to them, and then they ran away."

"You practically broke the arm of a guy who has a good foot of height on you."

"Both arms actually." He grinned, "But he's fine, you know I'd never hurt anyone who wasn't asking for it."

"I used to." She said, unable to meet his eyes. Ron wrapped his arms around her.

"I know I am a little different now because of what Monkey Fist did to me, but inside this body still lives a big hunk of Ron-shine that will always be ready to brighten your day."

"Ron, that was the corniest thing I have ever heard."

"Am I interrupting something?" Shego asked, "Or are you waiting for me to join in?"

Ron spun around and headed towards the door. "Let's go, time to fly Air-Shego." He noticed Shego glance down below his waistline before he managed to get past her. He usually had so much control over his body. It wasn't that he wanted Shego that way, but the thought of what she was suggesting confused him. He didn't want her touching Kim, but he really didn't mind when she touched him. He was angry and lustful at the same time. His brain didn't know how to handle the two conflicting emotions. It felt like a war was going on in his head. Kim was his. Shego was hot. They could both be his. But he only wanted Kim. Shego couldn't have Kim. Shego was his. No one else could have what belonged to him. He could handle them both couldn't he?

They were in the parking lot now. Shego's hover car was parked near the back of the teacher's lot in the visitor spot.

"Is the buffoon okay?" Shego seemed genuinely concerned to Kim.

"Ron?" Kim grabbed his shoulder. He had been swaying like he was about to faint. He was muttering quietly."Ron!" He didn't seem to hear her.

"Kim... Shego... Both... Can't have her... No one... Belongs to me..."

"RON!" Kim stood in front of him and grabbed his shoulders. He continued muttering half sentences that didn't make sense to Kim. "Ron... It's like he can't even hear me."

"Just get him in the car." Shego said, opening the rarely-used door.

"I'm worried about him." Kim said, "I'm going to call Wade."

"Doy! Why today?" Shego said in exasperation. "Step aside, I'll handle this." Shego bumped Kim out of the way. "Head in the game!" Shego gave Ron a stinging back handed slap across his face, knocking off his sun glasses. He looked right into her eyes. Then Shego felt fear. She had seen all too well what the blue shining eyes could do. There was no fear.

"Both only mine!" Ron said in a deep throated growl. Suddenly Shego found herself pinned in the back seat of the hover car. Ron held her wrists and was crouched menacingly over her body. He was growling and bearing his fangs. Then, he was kissing her full on the lips. Shego felt a heavy bulge pressing against her abdomen. She didn't know whether she was more afraid of Ron now, or when he had transformed completely into a monkey.

'Damn it!' She cursed inwardly. 'Anne said his hormones were out of control. I just had to lead him on. He's going to rape me.' The last thought shook Shego to the core. She was the one who was supposed to be in control. It wasn't supposed to be this way. The buffoon was the nice guy, the type that would stop even after it's too late if you asked, and now he was about to rape her. She tried to struggle, but his grip was like iron. She opened her mouth to scream for help, but Ron only took advantage of it, sinking his tongue deep into her mouth. 'I asked for this didn't I...?' Shego thought, 'I offered it to him... It won't be so bad...right?'

"Ron... Why are you doing this do her?"

'Kimmie is crying you idiot. Get off of me and do something about it!' Shego renewed her attempts to escape. "Help..." She finally managed to turn and break the lip lock. "Please." She sounded so pathetic. Was she crying?

"Ron! Stop it!"

Another body joined the two in the back seat. Kimmie was fighting the buffoon. 'He isn't a buffoon anymore is he?' Shego thought. To break the almighty villain Shego and bring her to tears with a single kiss. 'I am so pathetic."

"Get off of her!" Kim wrenched Ron free and they tumbled to the floor of the hover car. Now Kim had the dominant position, but not the upper hand. She tried to pin his arms, but he was too strong. "Ron, please!" Kim was being forced down upon his excited body. "You promised. Where's my Ron-shine?" Her hot salty tears dripped on her best friend's face. He began to blink as the dripping irritated his eyes. "Please Ron, wake up." She stopped resisting closed her eyes and kissed him. Nothing big, just a light and gentle kiss. He wasn't forcing her anymore. His touch was gentle and kind. Kim broke the kiss and opened her eyes to see gentle chocolate brown ones staring lovingly back into hers.

"Please tell me what I did to deserve that, KP, so I can do it again." He was smiling goofily.

"You're back!"

"Back?" Ron looked confused, and Kim liked it that way. She hugged him tightly.

"Please Ron don't scare me like that."

"KP? Is everything Ok-" A flash of green light dropped him to the ground unconscious. Shego had knocked him unconscious. Her finger was trembling.

"We're going home." Shego stated and climbed into the driver's seat.


There were not smart quips, and no move put on Kim. The drive, or flight, was business-like and direct. When they landed in the backyard, Shego did not wait or help move Ron, she went straight inside and to her room where she locked the door.

"Kim, is everything alright?" Dr. Anne Possible came out to see Kim struggling to lift Ron's unconscious body. "What happened?" She asked, switching to her doctor's voice.

"He kissed her..." Kim said lifelessly.

"Are you okay dear?" Kim yanked on Ron's body and he fell unceremoniously onto the grass.

"I don't know..." Kim said. Her mother held her. "He was sort of zoning out throughout cheerleading but he said he was fine." Anne Possible raised an eyebrow in surprise at the mention of cheerleading. Kim was grounded, but now was not the time to talk about that.

"What happened then?"

"On the way to the car, he was zoning out again. I couldn't snap him out of it. He was mumbling and just standing there in front of the car." Mrs. Possible stroked the back of her daughters head and made comforting sounds of acknowledgement as her daughter spoke. "I wanted to call Wade, but Shego said we should just bring him home and have you take a look at him." Kim was beginning to lose control of herself and her voice wavered. "Then he just went off. He pounced on her like an animal, pinning her into the back seat as he kissed her. I couldn't believe he was kissing her, Mom. When I saw him do it, I wished that it was me." Kim was crying now. "Why did he kiss her?"

"It's alright." Kim's mother rocked back and forth, holding her daughter.

When she had calmed down a bit, Kim continued, "Shego wasn't strong enough to stop him. She asked for help. I knocked him down and tried to pin him, but he was stronger, and he kissed me too. Then he came to his senses and Shego knocked him out."

"Are you alright?" Mrs. Possible asked again.

"No." She stated, "I am not good enough. He kissed her first!"

"Kim remember what I told you about his hormones?" Anne asked. Kim nodded, "I think that he didn't have a choice. You know that Ron's not like that. He cares about you, but hormones are powerful things, especially with everything else that's going on in his body. He has probably been trying really hard not to do anything, he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but when Shego slapped him, he couldn't hold back anymore."

"You mean he was protecting me from himself. He kissed Shego because he was afraid he would hurt me?"

"I didn't say that. But Kim, if you are so upset that he Kissed Shego, maybe you should tell him, or maybe even show him how you feel about him."

"How I feel about him?" Kim felt like an idiot. It had always been just 'best friends'. She had never given him any indication, short of the moodulator incident, that she liked him in that way. She hadn't even admitted it to herself. Why else would she be so jealous of Ron kissing Shego if she wasn't in love with him. Or was she jealous of Ron? Was she jealous because someone else was kissing Shego? Was she jealous of both of them?