Chapter 2

Bonnie Rockwaller lay on her side, clutching a pillow to her chest. Her body shook, alternating between battling her anger and trying not to cry. From time to time, her gaze would fall upon the single rose she had snuck to her room; and her emotions would calm for a moment. Her happiness would turn to sadness when her thoughts moved to her sisters and their condescension of her. As was her nature, she soon became angry at everything and with everyone.

She hated her sisters for always saying she wasn't good enough. She hated Kim for making the stupid bet. She hated the other cheerleaders for following Kim. But the only thing she could bring herself to not like about Ron was that he wasn't higher on the social ladder. And she hated herself for the fact that it meant so much to her that she couldn't move past it.

Bonnie began to reminisce about the date, hugging her pillow in lieu of the young blonde, when her phone rang. Growling, she answered it. "Yes?"

"Hey, Bonnie," the bubbly girl on the line greeted her, failing to notice the edge to the other girl's voice. "How was the date?"

The brunette sighed to herself. "It was fine, Tara," she answered, remembering something. "But you already know that since you guys were monitoring me."

Tara laughed. "Sorry, about that. Ron was supposed to tell you we were watching the movie. Kim's computer friend had something set to keep track. Ron had a key word if it wasn't going well, but he was supposed to try to keep you the entire night."

Bonnie looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. "But nothing would have happened to him if he'd let me leave early, right?"

"He agreed to stop being mascot since there'd probably be some tension on the squad. Glad it worked out. He's really good."

"Yeah, so am I," she said distractedly. Because they'd blame me for convincing him and him for letting me.

"Come on, Bonnie. How'd the date go?" Tara asked excitedly.

"Why don't you ask Stoppable," she replied evasively.

The blond girl sighed. "We tried, but he kept saying a gentleman never tells. A bunch of girls pleading him, and the best we got was that you seemed to have a good time and ask you for details."

The brunette laughed. "Yeah, that kinda sounds like him. He was respectful the entire night."

"Did he kiss you?" Tara asked, conspiratorially.

The tanned girl blushed. "Actually, I kissed him." Then she added quickly, "but it was part of a bet at the mini-golf place."

"Oh," the blonde replied, disappointed. "Did he give you a kiss goodnight?"

Bonnie hesitated. "I gave him a peck on the cheek. He walked me to the door after we'd been making out in the limo, so I don't think he'd complain."

Tara squealed. "Is he a good kisser? Did he slip you some tongue? You guys have sex?"

"Tara!" the brunette exclaimed, blushing so much she thought the smoke alarms would go off. "We just kissed; nothing else happened."

"Aw, you have to have something juicy," the blonde girl whined.

Bonnie laughed. "Afraid not. It was pretty typical date stuff. He came to my door with 'the most perfect rose in the tri-city area." Said it represented the real me. We had some conversation during dinner. Played a round of miniature golf. Went to the movie, and he dropped me off at my house."

"That's so romantic," Tara sighed dreamily.

"Why are you sighing? Didn't the squad set it up?" she asked, exasperated.

"Oh, no. Ron planned it all out himself. We just helped him with a few details. He said the whole thing had to have his touch or you wouldn't be getting to know him."

"Hmmm, that puts a few things in a different light," Bonnie mused.

"You going to go out with him again?" Tara inquired.

"I'm not sure," she said hesitantly.

"Aw, why not? Didn't you have a good time?" the blond girl asked.

"Well, I mean, sure, he's a nice guy. He's funny, romantic, can treat a girl right, and easy to talk to," the brunette said.

"But?" Tara encouraged.

"He's a social outcast, and it would ruin my reputation," Bonnie said weakly.

The blonde sighed heavily. "You're going to let a guy that treats you right go, just because he's not popular?"

"I don't know. Maybe," Bonnie said, flustered.

"Bonnie, you are the most popular girl in school. A trendsetter. People may be surprised at first, but Ron's liked more than you think."

"I don't know, T. Dating the wrong person can destroy your high school reputation."

"But finding a guy you can love may bring joy to the rest of your life. Date him in secret if you have to; just don't throw away an opportunity you might regret later."

"Fine, fine. I'll think about it."

"Good. And remember that he's very flexible and has lots of stamina," Tara tease, mischievously.

Bonnie blushed again. "Goodnight, Tara."

"Night," she laughed.

Bonnie hung up the phone and lay back down on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Now she had thoughts of Ron Stoppable as a sex object running through her head. At least Tara had made her feel better. Something Ron had spent an entire night trying to do actually. But she wasn't even sure he was interested. He had asked her to the Spirit Week Dance, but he had asked all the girls in school.

The young brunette slowly drifted off to sleep, debates running through her head. The perfume of the rose scented the air, bringing a small smile to the slumbering girl. The movie she saw now played through her dreams, but the romantic couple was replaced by herself and a goofy blonde boy.

A/N

I'd never intended to continue this story, but I do feel I owe a Ron/Bon story. It all started as an attempt to do a Ron/Bon story where Bonnie isn't broken down in some fashion. I don't know what the update schedule will look like for this one, but I'll try to be reasonable. I've ideas of where I want to go. Just got to form them into a cohesive form. Hope everyone enjoys this one.