Kim swung her locker door open and found Wade's image staring back at her. "There you are Kim!"
Stretching out her arms and yawning, she said, "So what's the sitch, Wade?"
"Still tired from the other night, I see," he mused, looking her up and down.
Kim scowled. "I'd really prefer it if you didn't bring that up while I'm at school." She put her hands on her hips and added, "Or anywhere else for that matter."
"Woah, take it easy, I just wanted to know if you got in trouble with your parents. I'm seeing that they got back early this weekend."
"Yeah, so much for the night to myself. Anyway, once I got back home my mom gave me like this three hour lecture on the birds and the bees. As if I didn't already know!"
"Once you got back home?" asked Wade, feigning innocence.
Kim frowned as she thought about the embarassment of returning home in nothing but a towel. "Don't ask," she complained, slamming the door shut. She then let out a groan, opened the locker back up, and grabbed her Latin book before slamming it shut again. She was just not in the mood.
As she started down the hall she heard a couple of familiar voices yell out, "Incoming!" She shot a glance toward the ceiling and saw a miniature rocket rapidly approaching. She instantly did a strategic backflip and knocked it out of the air with one swipe of her book. Once she landed back on her feet she twirled around to the opposite direction and yelled out, "Tweebs! It isn't enough that you already do this at home, now I have to deal with you in school too!" Fuming, she looked down to the cover of her now torn textbook.
Jim and Tim slouched as they approached her, saying, "Sorry Kim," in unison. She scooped up what was left of their rocket and handed it back to them, struggling to control her temper. One of them spoke up again as she walked away, this time with much more volume. "You know, we overheard mom last night telling you that she hoped you and Ron were using protection. If you're not careful you're gonna end up like his mo--"
Kim stopped dead in her tracks. "That does it! You two are going to pay for more than just my Latin book," she hissed, turning to chase after them.
"What's going on here, people?" interrupted a deep, booming voice. Kim stopped dead in her tracks yet again and felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. She was reluctant to turn around. "Miss Possible, were we running in the hallway?"
"But Mr. Barkin--"
"No arguments, Possible. Detention. You know the time and place."
Kim groaned, realizing that she was going to miss cheer practice, and it wasn't even for a mission! Bonnie was going to have a field day. She stomped her way down the hall, already eager for the day to be over. She collapsed in her seat once she reached her classroom. To her surprise, Ron was already there.
"Wow, you're here early. Eager to get started with that test?" she asked.
"Test? Aw, man! I totally forgot about that! I didn't even study. If I flunk this one I'm gonna get detention for sure!" He opened his textbook, desperately skimming the pages. "Quick, what's Latin for I'm screwed?"
Kim stuck her tongue out at him, saying, "Join the club. I've got detention today myself."
Surprised, Ron exclaimed, "Woah, seriously? What happened this time?"
"I'll give you one word," she replied, hunching over her desk. "Tweebs."
"Yeah, seeing them here kinda freaks me out. Things have been way different ever since they skipped a grade or three. What did they do this time?"
Kim rolled her eyes. "I really don't want to talk about it."
Ron looked away and took a deep breath. After a few moments he quietly asked, "Are you still mad at me about this weekend?"
"More over what you did a long time ago than this past weekend, but no. And I don't want to talk about that either," sighed Kim, slumping in her seat. She had that test to concentrate on. Besides, the last thing she wanted to think about at school was her sex life. Rolling her eyes once again, she took the spiral out of her backpack and began to review her notes.