"Hey Monique," Ron called to Monique, who was walking toward his locker.

"Hey, wus up Ron. Talk to Kim today?"

"Nah. Not yet. ...sigh" Monique could sense the sadness in Ron's eyes as he struggled to open his lock (again...) "Been looking for her though...do you think she'll forgive me?"

Monique rolled her eyes, almost annoyed by Ron's actions. "You should be the one waiting for an apology from HER. It wasn't your fault for what happened yesterday. Jeez Ron, don't let Kim step all over you like that."

"Yeah but what happened yesterday was...pretty bad. I don't care who was right, I just wanna make sure we're still friends."

It took a minute for his statement to sink to Monique's head but when it did, she couldn't help but feel compassion for the poor boy. Here he was, ready to set his pride aside, just so he could hang out with his best friend again. "I wish they made all guys like you Ron. Ain't no one else in this entire dang school as sweet as you "

Ron blushed. "Heh, thanks."

"Kim should feel lucky to have someone like you looking out for her."

"I guess...hey! There she is now! Hey Kim!" Ron greeted.

"Hey Kim," Monique also waved.

Kim clearly saw Ron and Monique but she kept on walking, past her two confused friends.

"Uh...Kim? Did you hear us?"

"Oh." She stopped. "I'm sorry. Hi Monique." With that, Kim arrogantly turned her shoulder and left.

"Hey!! What about me??" Ron pleaded behind her.

But she was already gone...

Monique was left in just as much shock as Ron was. "Um...I think I'm gonna have a talk with Kim. I'll uh...talk to ya later Ron," Monique said kindly.

Ron didn't look back at Monique. He was disappointed, to say the least. Thoughts of Kim were filling his mind. He didn't know why he was being so forgiving maybe he just acted that way to every pretty girl he met...

"...Yeah...later..."

He picked up his stuff and walked to class alone, except for Rufus who was talking to him constantly, telling him to cheer up. Monique couldn't help but feel sorry for him and angry at Kim.

"So later, you wanna hang out at my house or something? I don't feel like going anywhere tonight so...I thought maybe we could just cuddle up on my couch. My parents are gonna be gone again and...you get the picture." Kim winked, as if Josh wasn't already drowning in drool.

"Kim," a voice from behind came, "we need to talk."

Kim turned around and saw Monique taking a seat next to her. "Oh, hi. Again."

"Don't 'hi' me. I saw what you did to Ron back there and-...Josh, could you turn around?"

Josh, who had gone off into his own little dream world staring at Kim (who looked especially hot today...), nodded bashfully. "Oh sorry."

Monique continued. "I saw what you did to Ron and I just wanna tell you right now: that was not cool, Kim. What were you thinking?? I mean, I know you and Ron had an argument but-"

Monique was stopped when Kim's hand sprung up in her face and shut her lips, literally. "Okay. I don't know who the heck you think you are getting all up in me and Ron's business, but I'm gonna be nice and tell YOU right now: Ron's a jerk. I don't like him. End of story."

"...Wh-what? You're kidding right?"

"Please. Do you really expect someone as perfect as me to lie?"

"Dang, arrogant much?"

"ugh Don't make me stop talking to YOU, too."

Monique glared at Kim but refrained doing anything physical. She didn't want to hit her friend no matter what the circumstances or how weird she was being (plus, Kim could probably kick her a). "I don't know what your problem is but I guess you can figure it out without any friends. Later Kim." She stood up, shook her head angrily and left for another desk.

"humph I'm too good to be her friend anyway," Kim scoffed. "Isn't that right Josh?"

"Yes Kim..." Josh said, in a trance-like state. He was so occupied by Kim's 'hooters' to pay any attention to what just happened.

She chuckled to herself. "Monique won't be so confident when I'm done with her...I think I know the perfect way to teach her a lesson. She'll learn that she should NEVER mess with Kimberly Ann Possible..."

A little later that afternoon, in the cafeteria, Ron sat at his usual table, all alone, eating quietly and somberly. He noticed that Kim had attracted a huge crowd around her table and that she was talking to a bunch of snobs and jerks that Ron never liked anyway...except for the snob in the middle...how could he make it up to her?...

"Ron!" Monique slammed her tray on the table loudly. "You're right! Kim's a no good arrogant little bitc-"

"Woah, woah. I never said anything like that," Ron defended himself.

"Oh. You didn't? Well I'LL say it then. Kim!!" Monique was facing the crowd of people surrounding Kim, even though she probably couldn't hear it. "I hope you're listening! Because if you ever think you'll find any true friends out of those bands of butt-kissers, then go ahead and try! Just know that me and Ron aren't gonna stand for it!"

"Hey, Monique..."

"You'll never see US getting on our knees and bowing to you, Ms. 'Teen Queen Supreme'!"

"Uh Monique."

"Take your attitude somewhere else, girl! Unless you come here right now and apologize for what you said to me and-"

"Monique!" Ron pointed nervously. "I think Kim heard you...but I don't think she cares..."

"...What're you talking about?"

Ron motioned for her to look the other way and sure enough, Kim was on the other side of the cafeteria...

"...Oh. My...Gosh."

...and Kim wasn't alone. She had in her arms a handsome young African American boy...she had him in her mouth, actually. Aggressively, she brought his head towards her's, making a slight moaning noise here and there. The boy, of course, was speechless but wasn't about to push her away.

"That's...that's Clyde...Kim is KISSING Clyde...my 'almost official' boyfriend, Clyde!!"

Ron gulped and checked to make sure that it was really Kim who was purposely being a 'Bonnie' (Ron's definition of a w). "Uhh...maybe she tripped? And Clyde caught her?" Ron suggested innocently.

"Tripped!? That ain't tripping Ron! That's trippin'!!"

"What's the difference?"

"Kim is 'trippin' by taking this argument way too personal!"

"Oh I get it. Slang..."

"Argh!! I oughta start kissing Kim's friends! Maybe that'll show her that two can play that!"

"I think you're taking this out of proportion too..."

"No I'm not!!" Monique told a scared Ron. "Name someone Kim's has her eye on."

"Okay okay. Josh?"

"No, he's another one of Kim's zombies."

"Uh...Clyde?"

Monique didn't have to say a word to tell Ron 'no'.

"Well...I'm Kim's friend..."

"No he's...oh. Uh..." Monique blushed. "Sorry Ron. Unlike SOME people we know, I don't take advantage my friends."

"Speaking of that certain person," Ron pointed again, "she's looking at us now."

Monique and Ron both looked to see Kim stick her tongue out at them and wave, mocking them with every finger.

"...You know what Ron?" Monique slid her chair out from under the table and shook her head disapprovingly. "I can't stand this. I'm going outside to eat."

And just like that she left. Ron watched her leave. He had never seen any of his two girl friends act this way before. Kim was already back in the middle of her posse of boys, while they were all chattering about this and that, flirting with Kim. Ron had no idea what had happened to her...just a few days ago she was acting extremely humble for someone in her position, but now she was the biggest, most arrogant witch that he had ever seen.

'That Age Ray must've screwed up her head somehow...' he thought. 'Nah...She's probably just soaking up the attention...that's what I'd do.'

But something about Ron's argument seemed wrong...very wrong.

JOKE OF THE DAY:
A man decided that he was going to ride a 10-speed bike from Phoenix to Flagstaff. He got as far as Black Canyon City before the mountains justbecame too much and he could go no farther. He stuck his thumb out, but after 3 hours hadn't gotten a single person to stop. Finally, a guy in a Corvette pulled over and offered him a ride. Of course, the bike wouldn't fit in the car. The owner of the Corvette found a piece of rope lying by the highway and tied it to his bumper.

He tied the other end to the bike and told the man that if he was going too fast, to honk the horn on his bike and that he would slow down. Everything went fine for the first 30 miles.

Suddenly, another Corvette blew past them. Not to be outdone, the Corvette pulling the biketook off after the other. A short distance down the road, the Corvettes, both going well over 120 mph, blew through a speed trap. The police officer noted the speeds from his radar gun and radioed to the other officer that he had two Corvettes headed his way at over 120 mph.

He then relayed, "...and you're not going to believe this, there is a
guy on a bike honking his horn trying to pass....