Chapter 1: Squeamish morning

"Dude, KP, we totally kicked Drakken and Shego's butt in Japan! His plan to kidnap the head of the Nakasumi corporation was a huge disaster! We rock!" Ron was rambling on and on and on about the protection mission for Nakasumi-san.

They were back in Middleton, it was just after 2nd mod, and the two were walking down the hallway to lunch. Kim stopped by her locker to drop off her books.

"KP, what's up?" Ron asked. "You've hardly spoken all morning. You okay?"

Jerking up as if she had just noticed he was there, she turned around. "Nothing, Ron," she said distractedly. "I'm fine. No big."

In her head, though, every nerve was screaming "NO NO NO NO NO!" The senior prom was fast approaching, and the entire cheer squad had been against her, led of course, by Bonnie.

The practice had been going well. They had managed to get the spirit pyramid built, with Kim on top. Just as she was about to go for the leap, Bonnie's phone went off. Down below her, Bonnie whipped out her cell to answer it. As per the usual result, the entire pyramid collapsed.

"Hey, Brick, sweetie," she had cooed into her phone. "I'll come over after you're done working out. And don't shower, I like it when you glisten."

"Glisten?" Kim had said. "could you be any more sickening?"

"yeah…this may or may not come as a news flash to you, Kim," Bonnie said, in her usual snobby-above-it-all voice, "But I don't see you on the phone with your bf. Oh wait! That's 'cause you don't HAVE one." Walking to each of the other girls on the squad, she named their boyfriends, who were all superstar jocks, captain of their respective sports: ice hockey, soccer, basketball, lacrosse, baseball…

"Face it, Kimmie," Bonnie purred. "Right now, you're looking at captain of the chess team for your prom date."

Walking into the cafeteria, Kim and Ron got in line. "Just one question, KP,
Ron said as the line slowly moved forward. "What would Drakken want with a toymaker, other than a ransom? It just doesn't fit his description."

Sighing, Kim replied, "I don't know Ron." As the lunch lady dolloped a large spoonful of something onto her plate, a young man whom she had never seen before in her life came up to her.

"Excuse me, are you Kim Possible?" He asked.

When you read a good romance novel, often times the lovers are "love at first sight", both feeling this weird "ping" in the back of their minds, saying "that's the one, go get 'em!" Well, this was the first time Kim had felt that "ping" since kindergarten, and she immediately blushed, saying, "yeah, how'd you know who I was?"

Really looking at him for the first time, he was really quite handsome. He had dancing brown eyes, a nose that seemed to be the absolute perfect size, and brown hair that stuck out wherever it thought it would appear best to look at. And it looked quite good.

"I asked where I could find someone to talk to about the prom plans, and they told me to look out for the slender cheerleader chick with red hair, hanging out with "the loser with a naked hamster in his pocket". Well, I think I found half of that statement." He said, turning his attention to Ron.

"Dude, that's not cool! Rufus is a naked mole rat!" Ron said, annoyed. Rufus stuck his little hairless head out from Ron's pocket and added a dejected "yeah!"

"That's why I said I found half of it," the guy said. "I found the cheerleader chick, but I see no loser with a naked hamster in his pocket. I see a misunderstood sidekick with a naked mole rat."

"Whoa…" Ron said, startled by the compliment.

"What did you want to talk about regarding the prom?" Kim interjected.

"Oh!" The guy said, looking rather ashamed of himself. "sorry for not introducing myself first, my name is Jason. I'm a new student here, and I just wanted to inquire about the prom, since this is my first day here. Mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all," Kim and Ron said at the same time. By a strange coincidence, both were also thinking the exact same thing: "This guy is cool." However, one of them meant it in a friendly way, and the other meant it in a more-than-friendly way.