He sits in the back of the classroom as the teacher drones on and on about some uninteresting topic that eludes him. He struggles to remain awake.

What class am I in anyway?

His eyelids begin to fall. He catches himself from falling asleep for the third time this class period.

This is so boring and I don't even know what class this is. Wait, it's… No, no I thought I had it there for a second but lost it.

Then he looks just ahead of him and stares at the back of her head. Her red hair, within reaching distance, flows down to just below her upper back. He begins to imagine running his hand gently through her soft hair as he has done countless times before. Her scent intoxicates him as he takes a silent deep breath. He desires so much to just play with the tips of her hair but fights it.

She's probably captivated with this class. I don't want to disturb her from… Oh, numbers and equations on the board! This must be math class. Aw man, math class!

The redhead in front of the barely unconscious and bored to death young man readjusts her sitting position in order to stay awake.

When is this class over with?

She looks at the clock.

Aw, man. Twenty minutes left to go. There's no way I can last that long.

She has been fighting an epic battle to stay awake for nearly ten minutes but her emanate defeat approaches. Her eyelids begin to become heavy and start to fall as her head begins a slow nose dive toward her open notebook on her desk. Suddenly, she feels a slight pull on her hair tips, which causes her to prop back up in her seat. A small grateful smile crosses her face.

How great is his timing?

She allows him to quietly play with her hair as this helps her stay awake. Of course she would have to tell him about the lesson and lend him her notes afterwards, but at least she would be able to.

Twenty minutes later, the bell rings and the students sluggishly climb out of their seats and head for other locations: their lockers, other classes, or the cafeteria. Kim Possible emerges from the classroom slightly more awake than her other classmates thanks to her best friend and, more recently, her boyfriend Ron Stoppable. She walks to her locker while wearing her regular outfit consisting of a green tank top, blue cargo pants, and white sneakers. Ron, wearing his red jersey over a black long sleeved shirt, kaki cargo pants, and white sneakers, quickly rushes up to Kim and falls in step with her.

"Math class was so totally boring today," says Ron.

"It was physics class, Ron," answers Kim.

"Physics class?" exclaims a shocked Ron. "How did I end up in that class? Aw, man that's worst than math class!"

"Why do we always have this discussion every time we leave physics class?" asks Kim as they approach her locker. "It's almost the end of the year and you seem unable to remember that we have physics during fourth period."

"Well, I have math class at third period and I guess they blend into each other. You know how I feel about numbers."

"Not as bad as you do about the M-word," Kim remarks as they reach her locker. She unlocks her locker and replaces some of her books from her backpack with other books in her locker while Ron leans against the closed adjacent locker. "By the way, thanks for keeping me awake back there."

"Hey, no problem KP," Ron says with a smile. "I figure if you fell asleep, then no one could explain to me about…" He ponders about the recent physics lesson but its subject matter eludes him. "…whatever was taught today." He starts to brush a few strands of hair away from her face as she turns to face him. "Besides, I just love your hair and everything attached to it."

Kim just smiles as Ron finishes brushing away the last strands of red hair away from her face. She looks deeply into his eyes as she slowly reaches up and gently runs her hand in his blonde hair. "So do I."

"Isn't there like a rule against public displays of affection between losers?" a familiar and loathsome voice asks behind Kim. Kim and Ron's moment ends as Ron looks in the direction from where the voice originates. Kim's pleasant demeanor abruptly changes to annoyance as she turns around to come face to face with Bonnie Rockwaller, who wears a blue dress and matching black shoes and belt. Bonnie stands a few feet away from Kim with a smirk on her face while she crosses her arms. Both girls ready themselves for a confrontation. "I mean come on, be a little considerate to the rest of the populace next time you two decide to express your totally weird, and I must say pathetic…"

"Enough Bonnie!" Kim growls. "I don't see why you have to stick your nose into our relationship and make your little comments." She mellows slightly and a small grin forms on her face. "You should be carefully Bonnie. People may get the impression that you're jealous."

"What!" Bonnie shouts. "Me, jealous of you?" She points her index finger directly at Ron. "with him? Please!"

Kim crosses her arms and stares directly at the brunette. "Truth, like you Bonnie, is a…"

"Okay," Ron jumps in. "Let's not say or do anything that we might later regret." He walks into no man's land situated between Kim and Bonnie. "Am I right ladies?"

"Oh, I won't regret," Kim remarks as she steps around Ron and shoots a look of death toward Bonnie.

"Whatever, Kim," says Bonnie as she continues down the hall.

Kim never takes her eyes, already throwing daggers, away from Bonnie as she passes by her. She turns to her locker and slams its door shut as a controlled growl of anger escapes her lips. The locker does not close but pops back open and slams into the adjacent locker's door. The force of her rebounding locker door produces a small dent in it as many students in the hall abruptly stop their activities and stare at the redheaded girl. She looks around at all the eyes staring back at her and turns slightly red in the face. She smiles awkwardly at them as her mood quickly softens.

"Sorry, everybody," Kim apologies as she hurries down to the cafeteria.

Ron quickly runs after her. "Hey, wait up, KP."

He catches up to her before she enters the cafeteria and gently places his hand on her shoulder. She stops in her tracks, turns around, and stares directly into concern filled brown eyes.

"You okay?" asks Ron as he searches her eyes for an answer.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's just today I let Bonnie get the upper hand and I lost my temper."

A shock expression forms on Ron's face. "Did Kim Possible just admit that Bonnie got the best of her? The world must be coming to an end." A sly smile escapes his lips.

"Okay, I admit it," says Kim, "to you and only to you." She casts a smile to Ron. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"What did I do?"

"Being here with me." She hugs him and relaxes in his arms. "Oh, and if you tell anyone I said Bonnie got the best of me…"

"My lips are so sealed."

"Did I mention I love you?"

"Not today."

"Love you."

"Love you too KP."

They remain in their embrace as the bell begins to ring. Ron brings his lips close to her ear and whispers, "I don't know about you but I'm starving. Let's go and have… I wouldn't exactly call it food."

"Come on," Kim says as she takes his hand and they walk into the cafeteria together. Just at that moment Kim's kimmunicator beeps. With her free hand, she reaches into her pocket, pulls it out, and answers it. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

On the screen appears Wade, a young genius who builds her gadgets and tools, manages her website, and helps her in her task at saving the world. He wears a blue t-shirt while several computer monitors stand in the background.

"Trouble at a lab, guys," informs Wade.

"Why am I not surprise?" asks Ron to no one in particular as he leans in to see Wade.

"So, what was stolen, Wade?" asked Kim.

"Probably some super secret project or some horrible instrument of doom," Ron states in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Actually, according to them, nothing," Wade nonchalantly says.

"Nothing," replies Kim. "So the sitch is…"

"In their words, they kind of misplaced something," said Wade as he leans back in his chair.

"So what was misplaced?" asks Kim.

At that moment, Rufus wakes up from his nap in Ron's pocket and pokes his head out as a big yawn escapes his mouth.

Wade's mood becomes serious as he leans closer to the screen. "Gill."

Upon the sound of that name, Ron facial complexion shifts from normal to a pale white as Rufus jumps back into the safety of Ron's pocket. He grabs the kimmunicator from Kim and looks directly at Wade.

"How could they 'misplaced' Gill?" Ron screams. "I mean it's not like he can disappear in a crowd. Unless, he can! Oh man! He's a shapeshifter!"

Ron dives underneath a lunch table while tossing the kimmunicator in the air. Kim catches it while a frighten Ron eyes everyone in the cafeteria with suspicion. Everyone, who had stopped their eating and conversations when Ron screamed his question and paranoid conclusion, just stares at the young man hiding under a table.

"What a freak!" yells the all too familiar voice of Bonnie from a far off table. One by one, everyone slowly resumes their earlier interrupted activities.

Sighing, Kim turns back to Wade on the kimmunicator. "I'm going to have to call you back Wade. I have a little Ron sitch I have to resolve."

"I kind of figured. I'll set you up with a ride to take you to the lab after school. You can get the 411 when you get there."

"Please and thank you."

Wade signs off and the screen goes blank. Kim places her Kimmunicator back into her pocket and approaches the table where Ron hides. She rolls her eyes before getting down on her knees, crawls a little under the table, and joins him. She sees Ron on edge while Rufus, who has left his abode, stands next to Ron, stares at him and just shakes his head.

"Ron, why don't you just come out from under the table and join the rest of the normals?" asks Kim as she moves a little closer to him.

"He's out there somewhere Kim. And by there I mean in here."

"Ron, Gill does not have the ability to morph into any one he wants to. He is not a shapeshifter."

"How would you…" He stops his completion of his sentence and looks at Kim suspiciously.

Kim instantly reads his mind. "I am not Gill!"

"That's what he would say. Now that I think about it, you never did need my help to stay awake in any class before. That is until today. And then Wade calls us about the missing mutant who has it in for me. A mutant who knows so much of my life to know that the best way to get me is to get as close as possible to me without me knowing that he is so close… and how better to get close to me than by impersonating Kim Possible, my best friend and girlfriend. "

Kim looks him directly in the eye. "Ron, you are so passed paranoid right now that if paranoid were the Earth, you would be at the other end of the galaxy!"

"That's so Kim-like. Oh, you've done your homework and you've done it well."

Kim lowers her head and releases a big sigh.

"Ron," she says as she raises her head to look him in the eyes. "Think about it. When would Gill have replaced me? Last week? Yesterday? When would have been the perfect time to start his great plan of ferocious payback on Ron Stoppable by impersonating me?"

"You do realize mind games won't work on me," Ron states.

"Yes sense you need your mind to be present and not lost," Kim retorts.

"Uh-huh," Rufus finally chirps in.

Ron just raises an eyebrow as he glances down at Rufus. He then returns his attention to Kim. "All right, fine. I'm game. Let's say last week."

Kim just rolls her eyes. "Those were rhetorical questions, Ron."

"Rhetorical, a school word," he says as he ponders about it for a few seconds.

Kim and Rufus just look at each other. Kim takes in a deep breath and realizes she has no choice but to resort to the vilest to convince a paranoid Ron that she is who she says she is.

"Cover your ears, Rufus," Kim commands, "because what I'm going to say is not going to be pretty." Rufus obeys and places his paws to his ears. She turns her attention back to Ron. "Last week, huh?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember what we did last week?"

"Ah yeah… we saved that senator from Massachusetts, school, stopped a run away train in Japan, hung out and…" Ron comes to a screeching halt as he remembers the rest of their activities and realizes the implications.

"And?"

"And we…" A sudden look of horror develops on Ron's face as he forces the bile beginning to erupt back down.

"Made out a few times," Kim finishes, "which means that if I were Gill, as you insanely suggest, then you…"

"Don't finish," begs a disgusted Ron. "Please don't or else I'll puke my lunch."

"You haven't had lunch yet."

"Lunch from last week," clarifies Ron as he grabs his stomach as disgusting thoughts dance in his head.

"So, who am I?" asks Kim with a small, sly smile.

"You're Kim!" Ron exclaims. "For the love of nacos, you're Kim!"

"Now that we established that," Kim says, "let's get out from under this table."

She offers him her hand and he gladly takes it. Rufus sees this, removes his paws from his ears and climbs back into Ron's pant pocket. Kim, leading Ron by the hand, emerges from underneath the table and instantly realizes she has just entered the shadow of a large man. Ron soon follows and sees the shadow as well. They slowly raise their heads up simultaneously and see the shadow's owner.

"Possible, Stoppable, mind telling me why you two are underneath a table?" asks a stern Mr. Barkin, who wears his usual brown suit, white dress shirt, a pair of black shoes, and a black tie. He crosses his arms as he waits for an answer.

"Earthquake drill," Kim quickly answers.

"Earthquake drill?" questions a skeptical Mr. Barkin.

"Ah, yeah," continues a nervous Kim. "You never know so it's good to be prepared. Right, Ron?" She glances at Ron.

"Right, KP. Never hurts to be prepared," says Ron, who flashes a nervous smile.

Mr. Barkin narrows his eyes at the two teenagers. "I'm keeping my eyes on…" He notices that Ron's smile has disappeared, and now aims a weird look directly at him. "Stoppable, why are you looking at me like that?"

Kim whips her head back at Ron and her eyes widen in dread.

"Well, Mr. Barkin," Ron says as he looks at him suspiciously, "if that's…"

Before Ron can finish, Kim quickly claps her hand on Ron's mouth. She wraps her other arm around Ron's shoulders and throws a large smile at Mr. Barkin. "We better get some lunch. That drill sure made me hungry." She throws Ron an annoyed, slightly angry look and speaks through gritted teeth. "How about you, Ron?"

Ron's only answers in muffled words as Kim keeps her hand on his mouth while pulling him toward the lunch line. Mr. Barkin just watches them as they travel to the end of a small line of students. He raises his eyebrows as he attempts to understand these two but quickly gives up and walks back to his table to finish his lunch.