Disclaimer and Notes: The Walt Disney Company owns the series Kim Possible. I receive nothing for this story but your reviews and a headache from staring at the computer screen. This chapter takes place the next day, Friday, which means the game took place on Thursday. Yes, I know most HS football games are played on Fridays. Work with me people, Please and Thank You.

Nobility

Chapter 2 Oh No Bonnie

"You mean you actually saw Ron's thing last night!?!" Tara almost shouted in shock before she realized how boisterous she was and glanced around the school hallway to make sure no one had payed any attention to her outburst. She leaned over to her brunette best friend and whispered, "I've heard it's as big as an elephant's sixth leg."

Bonnie stood proudly defiant as she slammed her locker door shut and huffed, "I wouldn't know. I've never seen an elephant's... second trunk." They headed off down the hall to their class.

"Sure you have," Tara giggled. "Don't you remember your tenth birthday when your Dad took us to the circus? That one elephant had a erection when he was three feet away from us and..." The blond-haired, blue-eyed girl stopped and cowered under the withering glare from her friend, "and I forgot you wanted to completely block that incident from your memory."

Bonnie's features softened as she took in then let out a deep breath. "I'm not mad at you for reminding me. As a matter of fact," her smile grew as she secretly confided, "that's exactly what popped into my mind when I saw Ron standing there in all his glory."

"So?" Tara giggled as they walked on.

Bonnie tittered. "Well you gotta remember Ron wasn't, ah... up to nothin at the time, but I'd say the elephant's was three times larger."

"Only three?" Tara said in amazement.

"Well, maybe three and a half." Bonnie let loose with a light laugh and a slight blush.

Tara held her hands together and started widening the gap. "How big was it?" Her face lit up in shock when Bonnie didn't stop her petite hands until they were seven inches apart.

"And Kevin said Ron was soaking in ice water for fifteen or twenty minutes before he faced off against me." Bonnie thought for a few seconds before she curiously wondered, "I don't see how Kim can fit that in..."

"Fit what in where Bonnie?" Kim cut in on the conversation with a smirk as she joined her fellow cheerleaders on their way to the same class.

"Fit your head through the doorway," Bonnie snarked. "You get all big heady when your boyfriend has a good game the night before."

"Well your BF played well last night too," Kim offered. "Kevin was eighteen out of twenty for one hundred seventy five yards and ran for thirty three more. You should be bragging about him as much as I do about Ron."

"He woulda been almost perfect if Stoppable didn't intentionally drop that pass!" Bonnie snarled at her red-headed rival in just about everything.

Kim quickly jumped in front of the brunette, hands on hips, and harshed, "Are you still on Ron's case about that!?"

Bonnie gracefully pirouetted (her ballet training coming into play) around the redheaded roadblock and snarked haughtily, "Kevin needs the best stats he can get if he wants a scholarship to go to college, unlike Stoppable and his Naco college fund." Bonnie turned and smiled back at Kim. "Oh! Is your BF even going to college?"

"No," Kim proudly stated as she caught up to the two girls, "Ron's going to a Culinary school to train to be a chef. Ron's been accepted to three schools back east and two in California."

"Ron's already been accepted to five schools?" Tara begged in amazement. "I didn't think they mailed out acceptance letters until the spring."

"They usually don't," Kim giggled as the three girls entered their classroom. "Ron never applied to the schools, they're all begging him to enroll."

Bonnie slammed her books down on her desk. "So K," she sassed, "which school is he going to?"

"He's undecided," Kim answered with a smirky smile. "He's waiting to see if I'm accepted at a college near any of them."

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Bonnie stomped down the hallway as Tara tried to keep up. "Bonnie slow down," the blond whined, "you're going too fast."

The teal-eyed brunette turned to look back at Tara and collided with the one person she had tried to avoid all day. Books and papers flew everywhere.

"Nice going Stoppable," Bonnie grunted as she stooped to pick up her school work.

"I am so sorry Bonnie," Ron whined as he knelt down to help. "I was just..." he pointed up the hall before being interrupted.

"Stow it Stoppable!" Bonnie glared at Ron as she tidied a stack of loose papers and growled, "You haven't said anything to anybody about last night have you."

Ron picked up a book and handed it to her. "I only talked to KP last night. She was concerned about you. I wouldn't tell another soul about our, ah... little talk."

"I hope not," Bonnie huffed.

Their hands reached for the same book and touched. Heads suddenly shot up and eyes met as Ron's eyes flashed a soft blue hue for a single second. A look of horror spread across his face. "Bonnie NO! NOT THAT" Ron jumped to his feet and ran down the hall.

Bonnie fell back onto her butt as the same look of dread arose on her face. Her hand covered her mouth as she gasped, "Oh Shyster!" Bonnie glanced up at Tara and slowly shook her head. "I'm... I'm..." She shot to her feet and frantically looked around the hall. "T, I think I'm gonna be sick." Bonnie dashed into the nearby restroom.

Tara peered down at the neatly piled books and papers on the floor. "Bonnie, what about these?" The blond picked up the stacks and followed her friend.

Tara entered the door and found her friend curled up on the floor, cowering in the corner. "What's wrong. You left your books and stuff in the hall."

Bonnie anxiously chewed on her fingernails as she blankly stared at nothing on the far wall. She asked in a weak shaky voice, "Has, has Possible every told you about Stoppable's Monkey Mojo abilities?"

Tara placed the books on the ledge above the sinks and knelt down beside her friend. "Yeah, a little."

Bonnie muttered, "I heard he can see, things."

Tara sat down on the floor and crossed her legs. "I heard that too. They also say Ron's always right. As a matter of fact he did it to me one time. We accidentally bumped into one another and he told me where I could find my lucky pen. I didn't even know I had lost it! When I searched my bag and couldn't find my pen I went to where he said it was and, well, there it was!"

Bonnie stopped gnawing on her nails as she finally focused, wide-eyed, on Tara and anxiously asked, "Did you have the vision too? Did, did you see where you'd find the pen?"

Tara giggled. "Yes come to think about it. When Ron's eye's flashed I did see me picking up the darn thing." Tara gasped when she suddenly realized what had taken place in the hallway. "Ron's eye's flashed just now when your hands touched. You two had a vision!"

"God Yes!!!!" Bonnie shrieked out loud and fell into a weeping heap as her wail echoed off the tiled walls.

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"I'm not exactly sure what happened Mr Barkin." Tara looked at the door to the restroom as it opened and Bonnie, still quivering and sobbing, was almost carried out by the school nurse. "Bonnie and Ron collided in the hall and after they picked everything up she suddenly said she was going to be sick and rushed in there. Bonnie had been crying uncontrollably for ten minutes when I went and got the nurse."

"Miss Rockwaller isn't one to easily fall to pieces," the bristly-haired school administrator pronounced, "you did the correct thing. Since the last class of the day is half over I'll write you an excuse slip and you can accompany Miss Rockwaller to the nurses station. Just be sure to pick up any homework assignments from your teacher before you leave school."

"What about Bonnie? What will happen to her when school lets out?" Tara pondered. "Her Mother is out of town."

"Well there's always her older sisters Connie and Lonnie. They could pick up Miss Rockwaller and watch over her at home."

Tara shook her head. "They're both off at college. There isn't an adult to sign for her so she can't get a release from the nurses care, and it's Friday. Can she sign herself out since she's eighteen now?"

"No, not without following prescribed procedures. She has to be accompanied by an adult." The Vice Principle stared down at the blond. "What do you suggest Miss Monroe?"

Tara thought for a moment. "Well, I can sign her out since I'm eighteen and an adult. Bonnie could come over to my place or I could stay with her at her house. That's if it's okay with you and my Mom."

Mr. Barkin weighed the options for a nonce. "Well, okay. Call your Mother and see if she can stay with you. I'd prefer it if an older adult would be around, but if Miss Rockwaller would feel more secure in her own room then you have my permission to take her home. Just be sure she's not left alone for very long. And I expect this... episode, to be resolved by Monday morning so you're both back in the classroom."

Tara smiled and crossed her heart, "I promise I'll stay with Bonnie all weekend. If we go to her place I'll call a few of the girls from the cheer squad over too. I'm sure a coupla gallons of ice cream and a movie or two will cheer Bonnie up and make her forget whatever is worrying her. If that doesn't work," Tara giggled, "we'll go shopping. That always fixes what ails her!"

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Ron peered blankly out the window of Bueno Nacho as his foot nervously tapped out a staccato tattoo on the Terra Cotta tile floor. Kim studied her boyfriend suspiciously before taking a bite of her burrito. "Ron!" Kim finally tried to get his attention as Rufus crawled onto the table and sniffed deeply. "Ron! Eat your food before it gets cold."

"Naco!" Rufus cheered greedily, rubbed his tiny front paws together and licked his lips.

Kim grabbed the naked mole rat by the tail as he leapt toward the quasi-Mexican fare. "Ron eat your Naco before Rufus gets his paws on it!"

"Let him have it KP," Ron said absentmindedly as his thumbs twiddled and he continued his vacant stare out the window. His foot continued it's tempestuous tapping.

"If you say so." Kim shrugged and released the petite pink mole rat. Rufus devoured half of the Naco with his first bite.

"Ron what's troubling you?" Kim begged sincerely. "It's not like you to give up a free meal bought by your girlfriend." She got no reaction from him so she tried a different tact, one that always brought him around no matter what the sitch. Kim screwed on her best mission face and firmly said, "Ron! Head in the game!"

"Huh?" Ron answered as he turned toward the table. "Did you say somethin KP?"

"You've been zoned out ever since school let out. You didn't eat the Naco I bought you and you're foot tapping is driving me crazy. What's the sitch?"

Ron grabbed his leg and stopped the noisy nervous beating. "Sorry about that, and Thanks for the food but I'm not hungry."

"Not hungry for a Naco," Kim worriedly looked her boyfriend over, "now I know this is serious! Do you want me to take you to a doctor or let my Mom check you over?"

"It's not me KP," Ron said unsteadily. "I... I saw... Well you know about the visions I get every once in a great while."

"Yes, part of your Monkey Powers." Kim smiled slyly. "Did Tara lose her lucky pen again?"

"No, worse," Ron squeaked and cringed at the thought of the vision.

Rufus sat up in the middle of the crumbs remaining from the food and hiccuped. "Bon Bon!"

"Bonnie?!?" Kim begged in disbelief. "You had a vision involving Bonnie!?!"

"Yeah," Ron said weakly, "but I don't know if I should tell anyone about it cause it's so personal. I don't think she even knew til the vision."

Kim anxiously leaned forward in her seat. "Is something bad going to happen to her? If so, as much as I'd like to see her get what's coming to her, can we prevent it?"

"It already happened," Ron groaned. "It happened a month and a half ago."

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Tara drove Bonnie's white convertible out of the school parking lot as the teal-eyed brunette stared vacantly out from the passenger side. "T, can we stop at the drug store before we head to my place?"

"Sure Bonnie," Tara said as she turned a corner and drove toward the downtown business district. "Did the nurse give you a prescription?"

Bonnie went back to nibbling on her fingernails. "Nurses can't prescribe medication but she did give me a mild, over the counter sedative while I was there. No I need to get something else." Bonnie sat up, swiftly grabbed her pocketbook and rifled through it. "Rats, no cash!" She reached under the dashboard and produced a fifty dollar bill.

"Your mad money!?" Tara exhaled, quickly returning her attention to the road. "I thought that was for emergencies only! Why don't you use one of your credit cards?"

"Cause I don't want Mom to find out what's going on until I'm sure myself." Bonnie looked at her friend and saw confusion written on the blond's face. "If she sees a large charge from the drug store Mom might get suspicious and start digging."

"O-kay." Tara shrugged as she pulled over to the curb in front of the store. "You want me to come with?"

"NO!" Bonnie yelped in a panic then settled down a little. "No, Thanks T. I'll let you in on the secret when I find out for certain." Bonnie opened the car door.

"You want me to keep the motor running for a quick getaway?" Tara giggled as she revved the engine a few times. "I think I have some pantie hose in my bag if you need a mask."

Bonnie let out a small laugh as she got out of the car, closed the door and leaned back in. "Thanks T but no, I'm not gonna rob the place. I'm just going in to buy something I need right now." She smiled warmly to her platinum blond companion. "Thanks for raising my spirits."

Tara watched her lifelong friend walk in to the store. "That's what we cheerleaders do."