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"I still can't believe my Dad said that," Kim grumbled as she opened her locker and stowed her backpack. She'd spent the whole weekend barely speaking to her father, in no small part because, whenever Kim would glare at him, he'd just start laughing.
"It was kind of over-the-top," Ron agreed amicably. His expression grew sly. "Still, the important question is, is it true?"
Kim gave him a cold stare. "If you want to find out, you'll wipe that grin off your face," she growled.
Ron feigned deep confusion. "You mean, if I want to find out if you're a 'screamer' I shouldn't ask if you're a screamer?"
"That's right," Kim proclaimed forcefully, before laughing at the contradictory nature of her demand.
"Is it true?" Ron asked again, seriously.
"Well, it is for my Mom," Kim confirmed. "When she and Daddy built our house they had the floor, walls and ceiling of the master bedroom soundproofed for that very reason, and even so, the Tweebs and I can still sometimes hear her when they're..." Kim trailed off, her face twitching into an expression of disgust. "Eeewww! If you hadn't know this before, never think of your parents doing it," she cautioned.
"I'll try to remember that," Ron nodded, slipping his arm around Kim's waist. It was only ten after eight. That left twenty minutes to kill before their first class of the day. Kim let Ron draw her toward him, smiling as he bent to kiss her.
"Ron," she whispered, "Remember the school's policy on PDA's." Public display's of affection were strictly Against The Rules, and Mr. Barkin had already caught them twice. A third infraction, he'd promised, would buy them an in-school suspension, not something that Kim was looking forward to. The touch of Ron's lips on hers drove such worries from her mind, however, and she returned the kiss enthusiastically.
Ron's other hand went to Kim's arm, gliding up it toward her shoulder. Kim suddenly stiffened and winced. Ron drew back, startled. Kim twisted her arm out from under Ron's hand.
"Ow," she said.
Ron lifted the sleeve of Kim's shirt a little, just enough to reveal a bandage on her upper arm.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing," Kim replied. "Just a cut, no big."
"Sorry, I didn't know," Ron apologized. Kim gave him a reassuring smile. "Like I said, no big. It just stung a bit when you touched it." She moved toward him again, fully intent on resuming their osculatory endeavors when she noticed a third party watching them intently.
Bonnie Rockwaller stood a few feet away, smirking at them, two members of her posse of sycophants lurking behind her, snickering.
"So it is true. You really are dating Stoppable." Bonnie shook her head in disgust. "What's the matter, Kimmy? Run out of options and had to settle for the dregs, did we?" Bonnie sneered contemptuously. Her followers giggled. Kim stiffened, but said nothing. Bonnie turned her attention to Ron.
"Still, I suppose in a way you're perfect for each other: Loser and loser," she cackled. Bonnie's lapdogs cracked up. Ron also said nothing, merely returned a tolerant look. Bonnie apparently wasn't expecting her jabs to get no response, for a slight hint of disappointment touched her features. In the silence that followed, the slight touch became a scowl. Eventually Bonnie threw up her arms in disgust.
"Whatever!" Bonnie glared at the two, then turned to leave. Looking over her shoulder, Bonnie threw one last barb. "See you losers later. I'm going to find Brick. You know, my boyfriend. My decent boyfriend."
That, it seemed, was a bit more than Kim was willing to tolerate. She gave Ron a look that combined anger with malicious humor, and winked at him. Then she called after Bonnie.
"You do that, Bonnie. Find your boyfriend. I, on the other hand, don't see why I should settle for a boy, when I can have a man!"
Mr. Barkin paced back and forth in front of his desk, gathering his thoughts it seemed, mapping out the tirade Ron was certain was coming. He, Kim, Bonnie and her two camp followers had erupted in a major confront after Kim's stinging retort to Bonnie's insults.
'A major cat fight,' Ron thought, hiding a self-satisfied smile. Kim had gone to the mat for him. For him! Bonnie had spun and charged without a moments hesitation, and her posse had joined in when it became apparent Bonnie was totally outclassed. Hair was pulled, faces scratched. While Kim showed Bonnie her proper place, Ron had dealt with the posse. He didn't like hitting girls. Real men, his father had taught him, didn't, no matter what. But three-to-one was more than even Kim could manage, and two well placed fists had taken Bonnie's allies out of the fight. Just in time for Barkin to show up.
The tirade never came. Barkin may have wanted to deliver one, but in the end all he managed to say was: "Three day suspension. All of you."
