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Ron's POV

"Bonnie, was that…" I trailed off.

"Yea, it was Kim. She obviously still hates me and doesn't trust me; she got me kicked off of cheerleading, so what more does she want to take from me?" She had a good point there. Bonnie didn't deserve any more trouble in her life.

"Bonnie, it's been great talking to you. In fact, this is the best I've felt since…Kim dumped me. I think I should go home now, to think things over. It's been quite an evening."

"Yea, Ron, just know that I'm still here if you need anything. I know I can't really say anything that will stop the pain."

"Just being here is helping. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning again?"

"I can't wait. I hope you feel better, especially after what Kim did to you." She had a sense of anger in her tone when she said Kim. The last thing I wanted was an all out war between the two, but I needed to get home and think things over.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Bonnie," I said, walking out of her house to my car. That night left me with a lot to think about, everything from Drakken's mutagen to Bonnie's sudden connection with me to Kim. As I got back to my house and finished showering, I knew it'd be another tough night.

I woke up the next morning, and like I've been doing for the whole week, I went to pick up Bonnie and headed to school. We talked over some random subjects, nothing deep. We arrived at school and headed towards my locker, and to my surprise I saw Kim there, standing there with a pissed look on her face. I was surprised she'd arrived so early; school wasn't due to start for another twenty minutes.

"Ron, we need to talk, alone." It was her "you-better-listen-or-else" stern voice.

Kim's POV

I don't know what's going on between Ron and Bonnie, but I know it's not good. I had a tough night just thinking about it, and I knew I had to talk to Ron. I got up early and drove to school, arriving a full half-hour early to wait by Ron's locker. He surprised me when he showed up in just ten minutes, and to my rage he showed up with Bonnie. Had they been doing this all week? Now that I think about it, they have been together a lot more often than usual. How could I not piece it together? It's because you think that Bonnie would never have liked Ron, and that she was just taunting him all the times they were together…and you didn't do anything about it. That was going to change, now.

"Ron, we need to talk, alone." He stared back at me blankly.

"Um, about what KP—I mean Kim," he said, correcting himself.

"Duh, Ron. What do you think?" I sure hope he's playing dumb because I know Ron can't be this dense.

"Look, if it's about Bonnie, you can say it in front of her. I'm not going to leave Bonnie in the dark on what you have to say." God, Ron, has she corrupted you this much already? Can't you see she's just using you?

"Okay, fine then. Bonnie's has always been a manipulative, conniving bitch, and I don't know what she wants with you now Ron, but you better get the Hell away from her before she does something extremely vile."

"What's gotten into you?" This couldn't be Ron talking. He always listened when I talked seriously like this.

"Listen, don't you think it's kind of awkward that Bonnie goes straight to you, the person closest to me, right after I get her kicked off the cheerleading team? Can't you see the connection here Ron, or are you too dense and in denial to admit it?" That was harsh, I realized, but I had no choice. Ron had to see the facts now, before he got hurt even more. Bonnie just stood at the side silently, intently studying the both of us. "Well, if you don't, I'll spell it out for you. She's using you to get back at me."

"Kim, I would never use Ron, and quite frankly, I don't care what happens to you." I glared at Bonnie.

"Just like how you didn't like Ron for his money but for himself when he became rich?"

"That's not fair; I was a different person back then."

"Maybe, but you're still the same old conniving bitch." How dare she try to sweet talk me with lies?

"Besides, why would I want you to get back at me from getting kicked off of cheerleading? In fact, that's probably the best thing that's happened to me in the past decade, if not my whole life." What the hell was she talking about? Cheerleading's a part of her life. "Because if it weren't for getting kicked off, I would have never gotten to know Ron." This was too much for me. I felt the anger inside of me boil, and I prepared to yell out before Ron interrupted me.

"Kim, maybe you should leave now, before you do something you'll regret." No, Ron, don't do this. Please. "Bonnie hasn't done anything wrong…" Except plot against us for the past decade. "…and I'm not going to stand around and let you insult my…friend." No. No. No. Ron did not just call Bonnie his friend. This wasn't Ron; he'd never turn against me, not for anyone. Things change, things change. Maybe if you had shown him any loyalty at all, you'd still be friends now. Before I could reply, I saw Bonnie and Ron walking down the hallway to first period, chatting away happily. Since I shared the same first period English class, I went in their direction, deep in thought. This time, I knew to observe those two, especially Bonnie.

First period started as usual, as our teacher Mrs. Cram entered the classroom and told us good morning. I looked around and saw Ron and Bonnie sitting together in their back corner, still chatting. She must be really good at manipulation. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was genuinely smiling. Speaking of her smile, was she not wearing lipstick…or any other makeup at all? Mrs. Cram broke my train of thought.

"Ms. Possible, would you like to share your opinions on Romeo and Juliet?"

"Sure, um, I believe that…" The rest of the class period went by, boring the Hell out of me. After a slow morning, I ran towards lunch, eager to find Ron alone to talk to him. I avoided Josh as best as possible, knowing that this time I couldn't let him interrupt my talk with Ron, not if I wanted to have any hope for restitution. Even though I knew I was early, Ron was still there in his corner, sitting alone as usual. I approached him and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Bonnie," he said, without looking up. "I found some things that—"

"Ron, it's Kim." I felt him tense up.

"What do you want now, Kim?" he asked, clearly irritated. "For the past three years, you've ditched and avoided me over and over. Why the Hell do you want to talk to me now? You want to try to make things right? If you had tried these past few years to be with me in the first place, there wouldn't be anything wrong. You want to talk about Bonnie? Okay, fine I will." As if on cue, Bonnie had just arrived at the table but said nothing. Since when did Ron and Bonnie eat together? He's right, you know. Maybe if you had cared…if you had returned a fraction of what he gave you, then things would have never come to this. Ron went on, oblivious to Bonnie's arrival. "Bonnie's changed, Kim, and I don't care if you believe it or not. I'm not going to tell you how I know, but I know. Besides, why don't you come out with the real reason you think Bonnie's manipulating me? I know how you've been thinking with your shallow mind these past few years. You don't think anyone like Bonnie would ever socialize with someone like me, someone you'd call a loser behind my back. Well, you know what, KP? Grow up. High school's over in half a year, and there won't be anymore social hierarchies; the only sure thing after high school is that your true friends will be by your side, and I sure as Hell won't be by yours. Why don't you admit it KP? You think I'm a loser that can't get a girl like Bonnie without some ulterior motive, and that the only reason Bonnie would get within a five-foot radius of me is to get back at you. Grow up Kim. She has; she at least realizes now that all the things that happen in high school, all the politics, the popularity, are all evanescent." Since when did Ron get so perceptive. You know he's right, you think he's a loser and that's the real reason you think Bonnie's manipulating him. Stop denying it Kim, you've become shallow. Look at all your friends. How many of them are more popular than Ron? All of them. How many of them come within a fraction of his loyalty? None of them. As I prepared to apologize to Ron because there was clearly nothing else I could do in this situation, Ron went on with his rant. "Yes, Bonnie's pretty, but I couldn't care less. I've gotten to know her more in the past four days than I've gotten to know you in the past four years KP, and you know what? She's great, not because of her looks but because of her personality. If you'd only get to know her now, you'd realize that she's changed for the better. In fact, she's probably the nicest girl I've ever known in my life, and she's extremely smart and talented too. Does your popularity and former rivalry blind you that much? Because I'll tell you now, it's all temporary. Gam zeh ya'avor, KP. It's Hebrew for 'This too shall pass.'" I stood there, stunned at Ron's intelligent rant. Was Ron always this perceptive and smart? Did he always think this clearly? Maybe if you actually tried to know the real Ron, you'd know. Maybe if you weren't so busy ogling Mankey for the past few years, you'd know. Knowing that Ron spoke the truth, I could do nothing but slink away, defeated once again. Why did things have to change? Why did I have to change? It was always me and Ron, Ron and me; we were practically family, and I ruined it all. I left the cafeteria and went to the girls bathroom, allowing the tears to fall freely. As I stared into the mirror, I saw all the makeup on my face. What have I become? I stared towards the ceiling and made a promise to myself: No matter what, we will be friends again Ronald Stoppable, maybe even more.