Just before the lunch period was over Felix rolled into the boys restroom to wash his hands.

"Psst, Felix! Hey, Felix! Is that you, bud?" called a voice from one of the stalls.

"Ron, what the heck are you doing?"

"Hiding. I've got a major problem here."

"What do you mean?"

"Anybody else in the bathroom?"

Felix took a look around. "Nope. All clear."

"Ok then," said Ron, unlocking the door and stepping out into the open.

Felix noticed the large bulge in Ron's pants and busted up laughing. "Dude, is that Rufus in your pocket or are you still thinking about this weekend?" Hearing his name mentioned, Rufus poked his head out of Ron's side pocket and joined in with the laughter.

"Yeah, uh-huh, very funny guys. But this is serious!"

"Nothing wrong here, you've just got a classic case of boner shame. Just think nasty thoughts about the head cafeteria lady and all your problems will be over."

"But you don't understand, it won't go away! I'm not even horny or anything, it's just-- there."

"Well, that happens sometimes. I hate to say it, but maybe you need to-- release it?"

"No time for that, I can't be late for homeroom again. I've already got detention today as it is from that stupid test this morning."

Felix shrugged. "Just carry your backpack in front of you on the way there. It should be gone by the time homeroom's over, right?"

"Of course, why didn't I think of that?" Ron slipped his backpack off and held it out in front of himself. "Will anyone notice now?"

Felix gave him a thumbs up, saying, "Nah, you're good to go. Take it easy, alright?"

"Thanks bud, I'll see ya later."

Shego leaned against back of the hallway and watched a very suspicious-looking side-kick casually emerge from the boys room. She realized that he had a much larger portion of the brownie and wondered if that would make any difference with what would happen. She licked her lips, contemplating if she'd be better off following him around instead of Kimmy.

Once he arrived to his homeroom Ron quickly found his seat. He laughed nervously when he noticed that Kim was walking into the room, grateful that he was already sitting down. But her homeroom was in another class, so what was she doing here?

Kim held up her hall pass to the scowling authority figure and said, "Please reconsider your punishment Mr. Barkin, I have important things to do after school. Can't I just serve my detention tomorrow?"

"I know Possible, the world will come to an end if you miss your cheer practice, but my decision's final. Go take your seat before I double your sentence."

"But this isn't even my--"

"Now, Possible!"

Kim flinched, knowing that any further argument was pointless. She walked across the room and smiled when she saw Ron, taking a seat right next to him. Ron shifted uncomfortably at his desk, raising his knees up and wincing as he tried to think of nothing but pure thoughts.

"What's wrong with you?" she whispered.

"Oh nothing, nothing at all," he whispered back.

"Possible! Stoppable! Have you two got something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

Ron quickly spoke up. "No Mr. Barkin, I was just-- breathing a sigh of relief that I got all my assignments done for the day."

"Is that so? Well then, I take it you won't mind writing tomorrow's announcements on the blackboard for me."

"Actually, now's not a good time to--" Ron caught Mr. Barkin's glare and cut himself off. Turning sideways and facing the wall as he got out of his seat, he carefully edged his way to the front of the room.

"Is there a problem here, Stoppable?"

"Nah, just practicing a few new dance moves for the upcoming talent show," he bluffed. Throwing his hands in the air and playing it up a little, he added, "You know, gotta keep that old school spirit alive and kicking!" He jumped up to the blackboard, relieved that he would only have to face the wall to write. Mr. Barkin shook his head and handed him a paper to copy. Eager to get back to his seat, he wrote out the list of events and took a look down south. It still hadn't passed, so how was he gonna get back to his seat? Thinking quickly, he yelled out, "Moon walk!" and danced his way backwards toward his seat. Perhaps a little too caught up in the moment, he spun around before striking a pose and falling into his chair.

That was when Kim caught a glimpse of the enormous hard-on trying to poke through his pants. She looked away quickly, pretending not to notice. She had already started to feel a little funny, but catching that actually made her squirm a little. Crossing her legs and fidgeting in her seat, she wondered why she didn't have better control over her hormones. And the more she tried to push it out of her head, the worse it got.