Where Did the Time Go? Chapter 3: Part III, a kim possible fanfic

Where Did the Time Go? : Part III

Bonnie shouldered her "Healthy Bag" purse and stomped out of the house in a huff. This just wasn't fair. Her sisters were three and five years older than her, they should have been out on their own, not still living at home, not still lording over the house like they owned it and not their parents. This should have been Bonnie's time and it seemed like the two took some kind of perverse pleasure living at home. Yet it was like her mother, who was all excited that Bonnie had been accepted at GCU, couldn't wait for her youngest daughter to be out of the house. Maybe it was the fact she wasn't putting up a fight about leaving the nest, that at least she could get one of her children out on her own. No matter the reason, in the end it still hurt. Connie and Lonnie would probably continue living there until one of their boyfriends went completely insane and asked one of those witches to marry them.

In fact, Bonnie couldn't get away from that place fast enough. Whether it was just for the day (school was good for something at least) or when she finally cut loose and headed for school, it was a blessing for her to get out of that situation. How could her mother dote over her one minute then take her sisters' side on everything the next. Alone with her mother she was her little Bon-bon, yet put either of them in the same room and it was obvious she just didn't measure up.

She hadn't even gotten any sleep overnight. Lonnie's boyfriend was over and the lout was probably still asleep in bed, considering the late hour they had kept – right at Bonnie's headboard. Mother never said anything when her older girls had their boyfriends over, yet if she were to linger too long on the porch with a date… They couldn't say it was her age either. Her sisters had brought boys home overnight before they were eighteen and somehow were never chastised about it. Then too it seemed her mother had conveniently forgotten that she had reached that all-important age herself. She seemingly labored under the impression that she was perpetually fifteen, not eighteen, not a legal adult. If it were not for the fact Daddy was going to pay her way through college she would have been out the door already.

Just a few more months, then she would be moving away to at least live in a dorm. Noisy music, horny college boys, parties and whatever, it would be pure bliss compared to the living hell she had to put up with at home. Perhaps she could go even one better. Maybe she could convince Daddy to get her a real apartment. Then she wouldn't have to worry about roommates or parties and if there were any randy frat boys involved it was because she brought them home for herself.

Danika, one of the new Sophomores on the cheer squad fell into step with Bonnie as she passed her house. The morning was bright, but cold so she had on a puffy, silver jacket. Never mind she had on thin, skin tight jeans beneath the rounded shape of the stylish jacket, it was all about the look and she looked like she should have been carrying a shivering Chihuahua instead of a small stack of books.

"Morning Bonnie." She said sweetly, still managing to seem as if her nose was stuck straight up in the air.

Bonnie just looked sidelong at the perky, skinny blonde through slitted eyes. She couldn't even muster the energy to growl a response. There was too much on her mind at the moment to be bothered with a girl who was a rising star even if only in her own mind.

"Oh, PMSing much?" Danika asked, grinning slightly.

"I am not PMSing." Bonnie finally growled. "I'm just putting up with too much crap lately."

"Humph. Sounds like you're PMSing." She looked around at her face as Bonnie shot her another dirty look. "Looks like you're PMSing. Oh, that's right, you're that way all month long."

"Okay, maybe I'm PMSing a little. Just drop it, Okay Dan."

"Sure, just take a Midol or something before you bite somebody's head off." The younger girl said, almost dismissively.

"I said drop it." Bonnie said, her anger flaring a little brighter.

Danika changed the subject, though more because it suited her than honoring Bonnie's request. "So, anyone ask you out to the Winterfest Dance yet?"

"No, You?"

"I'm going with Chad Carter. He asked me Tuesday, the moment we got back from Winter Vay-cay."

"A senior. Lucky you." Bonnie growled softly, wishing the pert sophomore would latch onto another senior this particular morning. Still, most of the new girls had hitched their stars with Bonnie, especially since Kim had to sit on the sidelines for a while month because of her broken ankle. It still wasn't enough to break the voting block of Kim, Ron, Tara and Hope, but things might change before the school year was over.

"So, why don't you ask Ron out or something?"

"Say what?" Bonnie was openly shocked the girl would even suggest it.

"You know, Ron Stoppable, the mascot. He's kind of cute. He's tall, but not too tall. That blonde hair of his…I just want to run my fingers through it sometimes."

"Earth to Dan! Have you been living in a cave? You're talking about the most unavailable guy in the whole school, if not the whole county." She caught herself, suddenly realizing she was protesting because of their relationship, not the fact the girl was actually suggesting Ron Stoppable as a potential date.

It took a feat of pure concentration to keep the sour look on her face, to keep walking as she pondered that thought. Goofy looking, nerdy, random, weird. That's how she always thought of Ron, ever since they first met in Middle School. He was always a little boy, younger than most of his classmates because his birthday was so late in the summer. A few days later and he would have been a full year behind her. Like it or not, when his name was mentioned to her, that's what she saw in her mind's eye.

That was, until they spent a week training at that school in Japan. For the first time she realized she really didn't have any enmity towards him personally. In fact, she realized that perhaps she had missed out on what could have been a true friend all these years. They even spent the entire flight back talking to each other, even giving each other's hand a slight squeeze from time to time.

Now that she thought about it, she had to admit Danika was right. He did look halfway decent now. Taller, a little better filled out. He wasn't quite to hottie status but cute? Yes, he could be described as cute now. She almost had to stop herself from shaking her head to clear that image.

All that lasted until they came home. Then they left the plane and there she was, waiting for him. In an instant, watching the two of them embrace and kiss all of the bad feelings came flowing back to her. There was the reason for her to dislike the boy. He loved Kim Possible.

Bonnie Rockwaller hated Kim Possible and if Ron could feel love for…that, then he was just as reprehensible as she was.

Wasn't he?

"I don't see rings on either of their fingers." Danika said haughtily.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means it doesn't really matter if they're dating. Until they get engaged that's all they are. That means you can ask all day long and if he says yes, then you win. You would like a chance to win where it comes to Kim Possible, wouldn't you? Sure, she may go all feline on you, but you can take her. She may have those chubby boy-legs…" She stuck her own toothpick thin leg out in comparison. "…but I've seen you doing your Kung-Fu thing. She's not a black-belt, she doesn't even follow any particular discipline"

"That's so not going to happen." Bonnie said. "I may hate her, but Ron isn't going to dump her for…me."

Danika raised an eyebrow at the older girl. "This doesn't sound like the Bonnie I met a few months ago, the Bonnie who was so eager to win over that girl you even goaded her into punching you."

"I wasn't goading her."

"Bull-snap and you know it. Listen to you. It's not 'I'm not interested in him because he's a geek' it's 'oh, I respect them too much and I'm not worthy anyway.' See what I'm saying?"

"I am not. I don't like him that much."

The skinny blonde shook her head. "Sounding to me like we may have picked the right captain for the squad after all. You just don't have what it takes to go the distance, do you?"

"What did you say?" Bonnie snarled.

"You heard me. You hate Possible and you've got a way to hurt her and I'm not stupid, I know how wrapped up she is with Ron. You get him away from her and it's going to hurt her a lot worse than the time she spent nursing that foot. You don't have to have him very long anyway, just long enough to prove your point to her."

Bonnie stopped and turned on the younger girl. "What is it you're getting out of this? Why all the sudden are you trying to play queen-bitch?"

Danika returned her gaze with a twisted smirk. "Because the Queen-Bee is getting old and sooner or later she's going to get driven out of the nest and when that happens." She held her hands apart, clearly indicating she thought herself the next potential captain once Bonnie and Kim had graduated and moved on.

Now Bonnie understood what she had seen in this girl before. She had a certain spark, a sort of ruthlessness she recognized in herself.

Yet, Danika was in fact right. The first thing that came to her mind when Ron was suggested as a potential date was his relationship. Somehow she had actually come to grudgingly respect it.

How did that happen?

Bonnie's eyes narrowed again. A tiny spark of distrust started to fan into a bigger flame. Something had happened to her in Japan and somehow she didn't think it had to go with how nice a guy Ron was. No, something else, something bigger was going on there. Why was she really called there? Certainly it wasn't Hirotaka. They went on a date while she was there, but that wasn't anything that would justify her being let in on such a great secret. It wasn't even the fact she studied Karate. The school made it very clear that her particular skills were distinctly incompatible with Ninjitsu.

No, it was the boy. Some how, some way it had something to do with Ron Stoppable. She was certain of it.

The tiny flame of distrust caught and fanned into a larger flame of anger. Wreathed in that flame was a face. It was a face she wouldn't, couldn't regard as beautiful or even pretty. To her it was a big, round lollipop face with a silly grin, a face too big for her boyish figured body.

Danika was right. This would be a way to punish Kim. Yet, Bonnie was smart. She knew that it would take a lot more than just shaking her bootie at him, waving her chest in his face. He was too loyal to Kim, let alone being so obviously head over heels in love with her. No, this would take planning and guile.

The end, she knew, would never be in doubt. When Bonnie Rockwaller sets her mind to something, she will succeed.

Oh yes, she will succeed.

If you had told her six months ago that she was going to set out to win Ron Stoppable's heart she would have called you insane…after smacking you across the face.