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"I can't believe that they did that," wept a distraught feminine figure.

The night had started off wonderful for Bonnie Rockwaller. She had the perfect dress, the perfect date and the perfect plan. All of that was blown out of the water when her so called friends turned on her to make her the laughing stock of the dance.

"I can't believe they set me up and did this," wailed the now tear stained, running mascara faced teen.

"Bon Bon?" asked a male voice behind her, "tissue?"

"Thanks, did you come to gloat or rub it in?"

"Thought you knew me better than that Bonnie, it's neither. I came to check on you. Mind if I sit?"

"Go ahead. I still don't know why you came out here."

"Call it a personality fault. I can about people, especially friends," said the blond as he sat down.

"I am not your friend; I don't know how you can think that after all I have said and done to you."

"You may not be my friend, but I am yours. Heck, given the chance I would be everyone's friend."

"But all that I have called you…"

"In one ear and out the other…"

"The putdowns…"

"Never listened to them"

"The names…"

"Just your way of trying to defend your self-image and world view. Nothing personal."

"You know, you being this nice to me makes what THEY did hurt more."

"This isn't salt in the wound, think of it as iodine on a cut. It may sting but it helps make it better. Believe it or not Bonnie, of all the times I have asked all of the girls in the school out, the only reason that I didn't ask you was because I couldn't take the rejection from you. I know that sounds stupid, but there has always been something about you to me that has set you apart from everyone else to me. So tell you what, tear into me, and really let me have it. That will put you back on your game," cajoled the teen.

"No, Ron, you are the only one that showed any compassion to me, and the one that probably deserved to give me the least. I may be a bitch, but even I have my standards."

"You really shouldn't let them get to you, you know. I don't let people that would forget me quickly have any bearing on how I feel about myself. The only person's opinion that I really care about in this school is KP's. And that is only on some occasions. It all comes down to self belief. If you believe in yourself anything is possible. How do you think that I pull off half the stuff that I do with KP?"

"I never really thought about it."

"Most people don't. I thought you would be all about believing in yourself. With all the popularity and social power you wield."

"Just between you and me? All of that is because I don't."

Ron takes of his coat and puts it around the shivering girl's shoulders. "Thanks again."

"You looked cold. Would you like to go in?"

"I don't think I could stand them looking at me."

"Stick with me; I am well versed at the shadowy places in the gym that people don't look in at dances. Think of it as a loser self defense ability."

"Okay, but one thing, Stoppable."

"Yeah, Bonnie?"

"You are not a loser, Ron. And if I ever hear you say that again I will make sure you never believe it again."

"That is supposed to make me not want to say it?"

"Maybe I want you to say it," winked the beauty.

"One step at a time, Bonnie, and baby steps to start with."

The two went back through the doors, side by side, close but not touching.