A/N—Rewritten version of Chapter 2.
Please note that this story takes place two years after the show, so Kim and Ron have already been drifting apart for quite some time. That is the reason for the less forgiving and more depressed nature of Ron.
Chapter 2
One month. It's been one month since I last came into contact with Kim. No visits, no calls, nothing. She doesn't even make eye contact with me in any of our classes. Speaking of school, it's been Hell since day one. I'm not the Mad Dog Mascot anymore; it brings back too many memories.
"Ronald, would you like to explain the foreshadowing in Antigone?"
"Wha-what?" I snapped back to reality and realized I was drifting off in Mrs. Cram's class…again.
"Or would you like to explain Teiresias's vision instead?" I sighed. It was going to be a long day. Barely making it out of Mrs. Cram's class, I headed to lunch. I picked up a cheeseburger and some fries and waited in line to pay. From the corner of my eye I saw Kim and Josh laughing happily together, and I quickly turned away. Seeing her with him made me feel slightly angry, but above all it made me feel ashamed. Ashamed that I wasn't even good enough to be her friend, despite all of our history.
"Hey, move up!" a voice yelled at me. Realizing that I had been holding up the line, I walked up to the lunch lady, paid for my food, and walked over to sit at an empty table by myself. Quietly munching to myself, I observed the people at other tables quietly. Let's see, geek table, senior table, jock table, nerd table… As my eyes wandered, I couldn't help but realize that it seemed everyone had someone. Everyone except me. Lunch ended at 12:45 as usual, and I headed to class alone. The rest of the school day passed by at an extremely sluggish pace; being alone tends to make things a lot more boring.
As the final bell rang, I headed to the weight room. Surprisingly enough, it really helps me relieve all my stress. For the past two weeks, I showed up every other day despite all the laughter. Sure, I'm not really that strong, but I really enjoyed the release of it all. The laughter didn't get to me at all, especially since I was so used to it. An hour later, I pumped the bar one last time before finishing my routine regimen. With extremely sore muscles, I walked out of Middleton High and headed home. Coincidentally, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I realized it was Monique.
"What are you doing here?"
"Drama club. Anyway, I've been looking for you all day." She looked serious.
"Why?" I asked.
"Kim." That word reverberated in my head. I did my best to keep my composure, but the name just opened fresh wounds.
"Look, Ron, I know the gist of what happened between you two, even though Kim won't tell me the whole story. It goes something along the lines of her picking Josh over you, right?"
"Mon, it goes far deeper than that. I don't want to talk about," I said, feeling a wave of sadness and shame creep over me. "Why do you care anyway?"
"Because you're both good friends of mine, and Kim's been feeling kind of down because of you. I think you should go talk to her." Her words rekindled a dying hope inside of me, the hope that maybe Kim still cared. Feeling giddy, I replied in a calm tone.
"Alright, I'll talk to her, face to face, tomorrow during school." To be honest, I couldn't wait. I really needed to talk to her, for the sake of our once strong friendship. Maybe our history could mend the wounds. Saying goodbye to Monique, I headed home, showered, and watched a few hours of TV before going to bed.
The Next Day
As I groggily sat up at the obnoxious sound of my alarm clock, memories of yesterday's talk with Monique flooded into my mind. I anxiously showered, got dressed, and ate my breakfast before setting out for school. Realizing that I had arrived a whole twenty minutes early, I just sat down and waited by Kim's locker.
"Hey, Ron." I immediately recognized that familiar voice.
"KP!" I yelled excitedly.
"Listen, I'm really sorry for ditching you that day. I know we haven't exactly been very close these past few months, but I want to—"
"There you are my sweet Kimmy," said a suave voice. Josh Mankey had just arrived on the scene at the worst time possible.
"Hey Stoppable," he said in a condescending tone. How could KP like a person like this? He was so…shallow. Maybe she'll come to her senses.
"Hey, Josh. You ready for the party tonight?"
"Hey, I'm always ready to party."
"I'm so lucky to have you…" Kim said dreamily, losing herself in his eyes. I slipped away quietly, feeling pain at being ditched again. How could you do this to me? Doesn't our relationship mean anything? I headed off towards class, unnoticed by either of them. The only thought on my mind was how my best friend since pre-K ditched me again.
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I hit the weights hard that afternoon, knowing that it was the only way to release the pain I held inside of me. How could she? I thought to myself. The answer came swift: Because she is shallow Ronny. You're a loser, while she's popular, and despite what she says her actions say she's shallow. I knew the words were true. She always got all the credit for our missions and hardly ever mentioned my name. I know she wouldn't have succeeded with some of them without me.
"I guess I was wrong about you KP. I thought I'd know someone after knowing them for so long, but I guess people change…"
I went home that night and pigged out. My parents had been worried lately, but I've been assuring them that things were all right. I sighed to myself. Why couldn't I have been born pretty and smart? It'd be another lonely Friday with myself, while she and he would be doing God-knows-what.
As I walked to my room the phone rang. I picked up; it was Wade.
"Ron, Shego and Drakken are stealing some chemicals at the Middleton Chemistry Lab. I can't get through to Kim so you need to go Ron."
"Wade, I'm done. I'm never doing this shit again," I said bitterly. Then an idea slipped into my mind. "Sorry, those were my emotions speaking. Can you get me a ride?"
"Sure thing, Ron, and thanks." Wade hung up. True to his word, a car pulled up to my house. I got in and headed towards the chemistry lab, feeling that I had a purpose.
"Hahaha. I have found the perfect chemicals!" yelled Drakken, as he loaded the barrels into his vehicle. I hated that laugh, but I also found it humorous at some level.
"Hold it Drakken," I said quietly. He turned around.
"Who's there? Shego, go find out who's there!"
"No need," I said, turning towards them. I stepped out of the shadows and came into full view.
"Um, who are you?" Drakken asked in confusion.
"That's Kim Possible's sidekick. I'll go and find her; this time, I'm not going to be so merciful."
"She's not here," I said quietly.
"Shego, dispose of this menace please." The condescending way Drakken said those words brought back harsh memories of school and, well, life.
"Wait, I can do something that will assure your victory." Shego stopped in her tracks.
"Well stop stalling and talk!"
"I can give you inside information, keep Kim off your tracks. As long as you two don't do anything too vile, you won't ever have to worry about her as long as I'm here."
"And what do you want in return?"
"I want to work for you."
Author's Note – I know this might sound cliché to you, but trust me, this isn't going to be Ron/Shego or any of that junk. Drakken's stealing chemicals for a reason, a very BIG reason that will catapult this plot into new territory. Stay tuned for chapter 3! Please review and give me new ideas!