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Chapter Eight:
Angel looked over at her bus partner, her brother Skye. They were twins, and so he was pretty much the only one who understood her. She had helped him get the courage to ask Kim out. She gazed out at the hazy passing landscape and recalled the conversation.
(start flashback) " . well, if you like her, why don't you ask her out?" Angel had said, leaning against her locker.
"Oh I can't do that! I think it's more than I like her. I think it's meant to be. And I've never even spoken to her. Am I an idiot?" Skye had asked her. He was extremely edgy, nervous about the prospect of asking someone like Kim to go out with him.
"No, not an idiot, I yet/I ," Angel had said playfully. It was fun to get on her brother's nerves.
"Well, I guess I'll ask her out," Skye had said nervously.
Angel had laughed. "Sure, if you think you can do it," she had said giddily, punching his arm and rushing off to her classroom before she got another tardy. (end flashback)
Angel looked over at Ron and smiled. It was sort of good to know that someone cared about her.
Soon the bus pulled up to the hotel place type thing. Barkin stood up in the aisle between the rows of seats. He stood, tall and threatening. He seemed oddly like a tiger, fun to point at, but when it got out of it's cage, yikes!
"Listen up people, remember what I said in the classroom, absolutely NO horseplay! Got it privates?" Barkin asked. The whole sophomore class nodded obediently from their seats. "OK then, let's move move move!" Barkin barked over the chatter, and the kids all clambered out of the bus. There was shrieking and laughter, and somebody got their foot stuck in gum and tripped a few people, but at last they filed inside the hotel.
The lobby was spectacular, all fancy. Huge diamond chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, red velvet carpets covered the floors, a fountain stood in the middle. Nobody could stop gawking. The three or four other teachers tried desperately to control the caffeine provoked teens, but then Barkin had no trouble.
"Privates!" He hollered, and the entire body of teens snapped at attention immediately. They stared at the huge academic enforcing beast with a mixture of fear, at what he might do to them if they goofed off. But there was also amusement, at the fact that this overgrown tortise with it's shouting ways and clever threats at what he would do, when they knew that they could easily elude punishment. All they needed was stealth, and there wasn't a single Middleton High student who didn't have it. That quiet, catlike cleverness that helped them avoid so many 'dangers' at the academic prison in their past years in the school district. "Quiet people! This is a lobby, not cheerleading practice!" he hollered. Kim prickled with defense. Who said the cheerleaders were noisy? Mr. Barkin went over to the front desk and began to converse with the clerk, and the stiff attention the students held quickly ebbed. They turned their attention to more important matters. Like gossip.
"Hey KP you OK? You're awfully quiet," Ron said, concerned.
"What? Oh sure, Ron. I'm fine," Kim said. She was pretty distracted lately, things happening so fast. Ron getting a girlfriend, Kim herself getting a boyfriend, Kim hiding it from Ron. She felt so guilty. She wasn't sure why she was keeping this from him. He was her best friend, and he would tell her anything, yet she couldn't bring herself to tell him something so trival as getting a b/f? She was a stinking, rotten, liar and a lousy friend. Mr. Barkin returned to the wad of teenagers piling halfway into the lobby.
"OK this way you gotta find your rooms and everything. Follow me," Barkin growled. He was awfully harsh. People said he hadn't been this bad before a bad experience in the war. Saw his brother slain. He'd been hard since. Hard and unfeeling. But nobody really knew the story. Barkin swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat and led the group of rowdy kids toward a wing of rooms. "OK, these are them. Lemme tell you who goes where.." Barkin began. Kim wasn't listening. She was busy wondering 'how the heck did I get a boyfriend again'?
About half an hour later the teenagers were all settled into their rooms. They all ahd to share, since space was limited. Kim found herself sharing a room with Ross, Tara, Angela, Faith, Lovella, and to her displeasure, Bonnie. There were also a few nameless cheerleaders in the room. Kim began to unpack the small suitcase she had brought along. She pushed all her outfits into a section of dresser that was hers. She'd brought her mission clothes, just in case Drakken started to get active again. He had been pretty dormant the last few weeks, and it was making her nervous. She walked over to the bed she had claimed and placed a few important items on the small table beside it; a family portrait, a picture of Ron, her jewelry box, and a small device she used for picking locks (the latter just in case). Meanwhile as she unpacked, the other girls were going through the same process and chatting casually. Kim couldn't help but join in.
"Skye, what about that guy?" Bonnie asked gleefully.
"Totally hot," Tara said , giggling.
"Can we say, hunky?" Lovella said as she shoved some bags of potato chips into her dresser drawer.
"Total babe," Angela noted as she stuffed a few skirts into her drawer.
Kim didn't know why, but she didn't say anything about how Skye was her boyfriend. She was afraid that they'd tell Ron or something. She'd feel really bad if he found out. He had a g/f, but he'd always been the odd one out, and now that she wasn't out too, she felt bad even though he had someone now. Life was very complicated.
"So, Skye, am I the only one who realizes that he's the exact opposite of Ron Stoppable? You know, Skye's so cute and hot and all, and Ron's.not," Bonnie said as she began to file her nails.
"Ron's pretty cool, not the type to go for romantically, but he's nice," Ross said, chomping a Dorito.
"He's sooooooo not Skye," Bonnie said.
"What are you saying about Ron?" Kim asked. She could feel her defensiveness mounting.
"Nothing. Just that he's a loser," Bonnie said calmly, looking her nails over.
"Ron is not a loser! He's just original. And he's the nicest guy I know," Kim said angrily, dropping her bag or pretzels.
Bonnie was still calm. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to insult your I boyfriend," Bonnie said evilly.
"Look, Ron is NOT my boyfriend," Kim said.
"Suuuuuuure. But it's so obvious you have feelings for each other," Bonnie said calmly.
"Bonnie, I do not like Ron that way! You know it! He has a girlfriend!" Kim said angrily.
"Yeah, but he's still into you. And you want him," Bonnie said, trying to get a rise out of Kim.
"Bonnie, I going out with Skye! You really thing I'd like Ron when I have someone like Skye!?" Kim said, raising her voice a little. She was shocked at herself. She had just totally dogged Ron! Just because she liked Skye and not Ron, didn't mean she had to do that. 'Oh my god that was so totally bitchy what I just said!' Kim thought.
"Really going out with Skye? Yeah right!" Bonnie said rudely.
"Oh shut up you slutty bitch!" Kim said loudly. Anger flashed through Bonnie's eyes, but it disappeared quickly.
"Whatever. At least I'm not a poser," Bonnie said.
"Whore!"
"Fucker!"
"Pussy!" Kim and Bonnie were really yelling now.
"OK OK, break it up girls!" Ross said, pushing between the two cheerleaders, who were raising fists. They stepped apart, looking poison at each other. Tara shook her head.
"Sheez guys you're getting a little hostile lately," she said. It was true. They were both getting more defensive and less patient. If something like that happened again they might really rip each other to pieces. All the girls stayed between Kim and Bonnie until they cooled down a little. Bonnie was an evil snake who could sink her venomous fangs into Kim, while Kim was a powerful dragon who could burn Bonnie to death with her flames. Both dangerous, both had ways of wining in their favor. ( they were only animals figuratively)
Kim turned her attention to the picture of her family on the table. She couldn't fight. They would be disappointed in her. She was Kim Possible, she couldn't fly off the handle just because Bonnie was being evil again. She slowly calmed down.
~Moonchild
Chapter Eight:
Angel looked over at her bus partner, her brother Skye. They were twins, and so he was pretty much the only one who understood her. She had helped him get the courage to ask Kim out. She gazed out at the hazy passing landscape and recalled the conversation.
(start flashback) " . well, if you like her, why don't you ask her out?" Angel had said, leaning against her locker.
"Oh I can't do that! I think it's more than I like her. I think it's meant to be. And I've never even spoken to her. Am I an idiot?" Skye had asked her. He was extremely edgy, nervous about the prospect of asking someone like Kim to go out with him.
"No, not an idiot, I yet/I ," Angel had said playfully. It was fun to get on her brother's nerves.
"Well, I guess I'll ask her out," Skye had said nervously.
Angel had laughed. "Sure, if you think you can do it," she had said giddily, punching his arm and rushing off to her classroom before she got another tardy. (end flashback)
Angel looked over at Ron and smiled. It was sort of good to know that someone cared about her.
Soon the bus pulled up to the hotel place type thing. Barkin stood up in the aisle between the rows of seats. He stood, tall and threatening. He seemed oddly like a tiger, fun to point at, but when it got out of it's cage, yikes!
"Listen up people, remember what I said in the classroom, absolutely NO horseplay! Got it privates?" Barkin asked. The whole sophomore class nodded obediently from their seats. "OK then, let's move move move!" Barkin barked over the chatter, and the kids all clambered out of the bus. There was shrieking and laughter, and somebody got their foot stuck in gum and tripped a few people, but at last they filed inside the hotel.
The lobby was spectacular, all fancy. Huge diamond chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, red velvet carpets covered the floors, a fountain stood in the middle. Nobody could stop gawking. The three or four other teachers tried desperately to control the caffeine provoked teens, but then Barkin had no trouble.
"Privates!" He hollered, and the entire body of teens snapped at attention immediately. They stared at the huge academic enforcing beast with a mixture of fear, at what he might do to them if they goofed off. But there was also amusement, at the fact that this overgrown tortise with it's shouting ways and clever threats at what he would do, when they knew that they could easily elude punishment. All they needed was stealth, and there wasn't a single Middleton High student who didn't have it. That quiet, catlike cleverness that helped them avoid so many 'dangers' at the academic prison in their past years in the school district. "Quiet people! This is a lobby, not cheerleading practice!" he hollered. Kim prickled with defense. Who said the cheerleaders were noisy? Mr. Barkin went over to the front desk and began to converse with the clerk, and the stiff attention the students held quickly ebbed. They turned their attention to more important matters. Like gossip.
"Hey KP you OK? You're awfully quiet," Ron said, concerned.
"What? Oh sure, Ron. I'm fine," Kim said. She was pretty distracted lately, things happening so fast. Ron getting a girlfriend, Kim herself getting a boyfriend, Kim hiding it from Ron. She felt so guilty. She wasn't sure why she was keeping this from him. He was her best friend, and he would tell her anything, yet she couldn't bring herself to tell him something so trival as getting a b/f? She was a stinking, rotten, liar and a lousy friend. Mr. Barkin returned to the wad of teenagers piling halfway into the lobby.
"OK this way you gotta find your rooms and everything. Follow me," Barkin growled. He was awfully harsh. People said he hadn't been this bad before a bad experience in the war. Saw his brother slain. He'd been hard since. Hard and unfeeling. But nobody really knew the story. Barkin swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat and led the group of rowdy kids toward a wing of rooms. "OK, these are them. Lemme tell you who goes where.." Barkin began. Kim wasn't listening. She was busy wondering 'how the heck did I get a boyfriend again'?
About half an hour later the teenagers were all settled into their rooms. They all ahd to share, since space was limited. Kim found herself sharing a room with Ross, Tara, Angela, Faith, Lovella, and to her displeasure, Bonnie. There were also a few nameless cheerleaders in the room. Kim began to unpack the small suitcase she had brought along. She pushed all her outfits into a section of dresser that was hers. She'd brought her mission clothes, just in case Drakken started to get active again. He had been pretty dormant the last few weeks, and it was making her nervous. She walked over to the bed she had claimed and placed a few important items on the small table beside it; a family portrait, a picture of Ron, her jewelry box, and a small device she used for picking locks (the latter just in case). Meanwhile as she unpacked, the other girls were going through the same process and chatting casually. Kim couldn't help but join in.
"Skye, what about that guy?" Bonnie asked gleefully.
"Totally hot," Tara said , giggling.
"Can we say, hunky?" Lovella said as she shoved some bags of potato chips into her dresser drawer.
"Total babe," Angela noted as she stuffed a few skirts into her drawer.
Kim didn't know why, but she didn't say anything about how Skye was her boyfriend. She was afraid that they'd tell Ron or something. She'd feel really bad if he found out. He had a g/f, but he'd always been the odd one out, and now that she wasn't out too, she felt bad even though he had someone now. Life was very complicated.
"So, Skye, am I the only one who realizes that he's the exact opposite of Ron Stoppable? You know, Skye's so cute and hot and all, and Ron's.not," Bonnie said as she began to file her nails.
"Ron's pretty cool, not the type to go for romantically, but he's nice," Ross said, chomping a Dorito.
"He's sooooooo not Skye," Bonnie said.
"What are you saying about Ron?" Kim asked. She could feel her defensiveness mounting.
"Nothing. Just that he's a loser," Bonnie said calmly, looking her nails over.
"Ron is not a loser! He's just original. And he's the nicest guy I know," Kim said angrily, dropping her bag or pretzels.
Bonnie was still calm. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to insult your I boyfriend," Bonnie said evilly.
"Look, Ron is NOT my boyfriend," Kim said.
"Suuuuuuure. But it's so obvious you have feelings for each other," Bonnie said calmly.
"Bonnie, I do not like Ron that way! You know it! He has a girlfriend!" Kim said angrily.
"Yeah, but he's still into you. And you want him," Bonnie said, trying to get a rise out of Kim.
"Bonnie, I going out with Skye! You really thing I'd like Ron when I have someone like Skye!?" Kim said, raising her voice a little. She was shocked at herself. She had just totally dogged Ron! Just because she liked Skye and not Ron, didn't mean she had to do that. 'Oh my god that was so totally bitchy what I just said!' Kim thought.
"Really going out with Skye? Yeah right!" Bonnie said rudely.
"Oh shut up you slutty bitch!" Kim said loudly. Anger flashed through Bonnie's eyes, but it disappeared quickly.
"Whatever. At least I'm not a poser," Bonnie said.
"Whore!"
"Fucker!"
"Pussy!" Kim and Bonnie were really yelling now.
"OK OK, break it up girls!" Ross said, pushing between the two cheerleaders, who were raising fists. They stepped apart, looking poison at each other. Tara shook her head.
"Sheez guys you're getting a little hostile lately," she said. It was true. They were both getting more defensive and less patient. If something like that happened again they might really rip each other to pieces. All the girls stayed between Kim and Bonnie until they cooled down a little. Bonnie was an evil snake who could sink her venomous fangs into Kim, while Kim was a powerful dragon who could burn Bonnie to death with her flames. Both dangerous, both had ways of wining in their favor. ( they were only animals figuratively)
Kim turned her attention to the picture of her family on the table. She couldn't fight. They would be disappointed in her. She was Kim Possible, she couldn't fly off the handle just because Bonnie was being evil again. She slowly calmed down.
~Moonchild