Authors Note: Thanks for the great show of support. I'm really happy that so many people are liking this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.
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"Alea iacta est."
"The die is cast."
~Gaius Julius Caesar
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Monday morning. It meant one thing to a high school student, and that was that there were five days of school until the weekend. Well, unless you took the occasional sick day like Ron did from time to time. But today was not one of those days. No, he would most likely have to endure the full week of waking up early and sitting through classes. But now at least he had a new reason to look forward to going to school. He had a new friend.
He hadn't spoken to Camille since they had attended Bonnie's party on Saturday night. Thinking back on it, it was an amazing new experience for him. He had never hung out that late with his friends before, unless one were to consider being on a long mission with Kim hanging out. It had been weird, but fun. He had been there to witness yet another instance of Bonnie and Brick breaking up. He wondered how long they would be apart this time. Prom wasn't that far away after all, and Bonnie would need someone to go with. He figured they would be apart for a week.
He hadn't mentioned being out with Camille when he had hung out with Kim on Sunday. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell her. He hated keeping secrets from her. But this was something he just didn't think she would understand. In fact he didn't really understand it himself. And he definitely knew that she wouldn't approve of him being at a party where smoking and drinking were rampant. He didn't even want to know how she would react to what he saw Ron Reiger doing. For now he would just keep this between Camille and himself. He would have to figure out a way to tell Kim, most likely when he introduced Camille to their social circle. That would be as good of a time as any.
Right now he was just arriving in study hall following another boring American history class. Taking a seat as his usual table, he folded his arms on its surface and rested his head on them. His choices were rather limited, either do some homework, read a book, or take a nap. The nap sounded like the most appealing. But before he could even attempt to fall asleep he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Ron."
He brought his head up to see Jill taking a seat across from him.
"Hey Jill."
"Not get enough sleep or something?"
"Nah. Plenty of sleep last night. Saturday night is a totally different story."
"Interesting," she smiled. "Did you get lucky?"
"Jill!"
"Okay okay, just kidding. Tell me everything."
"Promise me you won't tell anyone else about this."
"My lips are sealed."
"I was at this party with Camille that night."
"You and Camille Leon? Seriously?"
"Seriously," he said before chuckling quietly. "Oh man, another Motor Ed moment. I need to stop doing that."
She ignored the comment and went straight back to discussing the party.
"So what happened? More importantly, why did it happen?"
"To be honest, I'm really not sure what it all means," he said before pausing for a few moments to think. "I mean, she said she wanted to hang out with me. But I never expected her to come to my bedroom window at midnight and take me out to a party at Bonnie's house."
"Weird. So how was it?"
"Well, it was the first party I've ever been to where the highlight wasn't someone blowing out candles. Overall it was… not really my kind of place."
"Why's that?"
"I'm not into drinking. Or smoking. Or drugs."
"Yeah. But other than that stuff?"
"I have to admit that I really liked spending time with her. She said that we should do it some more."
A curious smirk broke out on Jill's face.
"You like her, don't you?"
Ron was taken aback by the question. It was so forward. There was no way to avoid it. Any attempt to dodge the question would be interpreted as "yes". He decided that he could trust her enough to be honest.
"Well… yeah. Yeah I do. And I don't think I'm the only one who feels that way."
"Really? Why's that?"
"I've been picking up on all these little hints she's been giving," he explained. "Just certain words she uses when she talks to me, the fact that she came to my house in the middle of the night like that, and…"
"And?"
"And she kissed me."
Ron noticed the look of surprise on Jill's face when he said that. He figured that this would have been anyone's reaction to what he had just said.
"She really kissed you? Why?"
"It wasn't on the lips or anything. It was just a little kiss on the cheek because I defended her against Bonnie."
"That was sweet of you."
"Like I said last night, helping people is what I do. And to be honest, I really liked my reward. It kinda makes me wish that Kim would charge for missions. We could get all kinds of cool stuff…"
"Probably nothing like what you got from Camille though."
"Yeah," he laughed. "And I don't think Kim would appreciate that as much as me."
"So what are you going to do about it?" she wondered.
"Do about what?"
"About Camille. If you think there are signs, maybe you should ask her out or something."
He almost burst out laughing at such an absurd idea. Him? Ask out Camille? There was simply no way that could ever work. He knew that if he were to do such a thing he would be rejected and look like a fool. Even more of a fool than he already was. A couple years earlier he had asked nearly every girl in the school to go to a dance with him. Every single one of them had rejected him. He had learned his lesson from that. Experience told him that it wasn't worth being rejected like that again.
"No way, Jill," he told her. "There's no way I could do that. I couldn't just go up to Camille and be all like, 'Hey Camille, want to go out with me'. Especially if I don't even know if she likes me like that."
Jill nodded.
"I guess you're right. But if you start seeing more signs, maybe you should consider it in the future."
"Yeah right," he laughed.
They continued talking for the rest of study hall. The class should probably be renamed to "socialize hall", "sleep hall", or some other suitable name because there was rarely any studying going on. Their discussion topics ranged greatly, but perhaps the most in depth one was when it came to Camille. A lot of what Jill was saying made sense, but he doubted he could ever gather up the courage to make the first move on the blonde. Instead he would sit back and watch things unfold in front of him, and then decide on his next course of action.
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Camille glided into the cafeteria carrying a bag of food she had brought from home. While she was definitely wealthy enough to not have to resort to a typical brown paper bag lunch, she really didn't have any other options. It was either this or mystery meat. Middleton High School didn't look kindly on ordering food to be delivered to the school. So that idea was out. But she really didn't mind bringing her own lunch either. Expensive imported turkey on gourmet bread was as good here as it was at home.
She took a seat at her unusually silent table. Looking up at the faces that surrounded her, she noticed that not one of the cheerleaders was looking her in the eye. Well, none of them except for one.
Bonnie's gaze was full of hate as she stared at the blonde. The power struggle that had been brewing for the past week had finally reached its boiling point at the party. Now would come the true drama.
"What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked.
"Eating. Duh."
"Why are you sitting at my table?"
"Because I can."
"No one wants you here," Bonnie spat. "Right girls?"
No one said a word. They were too afraid to. None of the girls wanted to be caught in the middle of this. A war between the two most popular girls in school would no doubt end in the downfall of one of them. The school was only big enough for one of them to stand on top. And no one wanted to be caught on the wrong side when it happened.
"I thought you would have had time to cool down by now, Bonnie," Camille smirked. "I mean it's not like you have a boyfriend to be preoccupied with anymore."
"Watch it," the brunette warned her.
"Because like, I know how emotionally devastated you must have been after losing your man like you did. I'm surprised you had the courage to show up at school today."
"I'm warning you…"
"It's not my fault that Brick decided he could do better than you," she said. She wanted to laugh right then and there. Of course it was her fault. "But don't go all Lifetime TV on me and take it out on me."
Bonnie's fists clenched under the table. But she knew she could do nothing here. A suspension or maybe even an expulsion was the only thing that would result from it. No, she would have to wait.
"Just stop talking to me," she said before taking a bite from her food.
"Kay," she said cheerfully. "So what are we doing at practice today?" she asked the rest of the girls.
For the first time since Camille had sat down, the tension in the air had seemed to clear a bit. Jessica was the first to speak. Ever since she had delivered that diet Coke to Camille, she thought that the two of them shared a special bond.
"Nothing too unusual. Just going over the routines some more getting ready for sectionals."
"When are sectionals anyway?"
"Next Friday."
"Okay. I can learn it all by then."
"Not like you'll even be participating…" Bonnie said under her breath.
"What was that Bonnie? I couldn't hear you over the sound of that girl sticking her tongue down Brick's throat."
A few of the girls looked like they were desperately holding back laughter. But none of them made a sound. The table became eerily silent as Camille opened the top of her peach yogurt. After eating a spoonful she looked back up at the girls.
"So has anything exciting happened lately?" she asked to no one in particular.
"Nope," Tara replied.
"Good," Camille thought. "No better time than now."
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Kim noticed a difference in Ron today. It was a tiny, subtle difference that probably no one else in the world would have noticed. But then again, no one had hung out with him as much as she had. More than a decade of experience had taught her one thing was certain when it came to her best friend. And that was that he was always hungry. Always. And when he was hungry he devoured his food. But not today.
They sat at their lunch table with conversations going on all around them. Everyone seemed to be participating in them except for Ron. He sat there looking at his lunch, and every once in a while would look back to the cheerleader table. She could guess why he was looking there, and at the same time couldn't figure it out. She thought that she had talked him out of thinking that Camille had liked him. What had suddenly changed his mind?
"Ron?"
He turned to look at her.
"Yeah?"
"You okay?"
"I'm fine. Perfectly fine. Never been finer," he rambled. "How are you?"
"I'm good. So what's up with you today?"
"I don't know. What's up with me?"
"You're not eating."
"I'm not hungry."
Felix and Monique burst out laughing when he said this. Kim and Ron both turned to look at them. Kim had a small smile on her face at the reaction. Ron on the other hand was not amused. He looked a bit guilty.
"Come on dude. Do you really expect us to believe that?" Felix wondered. "I've never seen you not hungry."
"Okay, so I'm distracted," he confessed. "Happy?"
"Not when you take all the fun out of it…" Monique pouted.
"Is this about the whole Camille sitch?" Kim wondered.
"Yeah."
"I thought you were over that."
"Yeah but that was Friday. New stuff has happened since then."
"Such as?"
The bell rang before Ron was able to answer. He was happy for it too. He had no idea how he was going to explain what had happened on Saturday night. But now he would at least have a few more minutes to come up with an explanation.
He walked over to his locker to collect the books he would need for the rest of the day. He was happy that at least his copy of Othello was light. His life would have been a bit more difficult had it been a regular thick English textbook. As soon as he had finished gathering up everything he needed he closed his locker door and turned to go to class. He hadn't even taken a step when he realized that Camille was leaning against the locker next to his.
"Camille?" he said in surprise.
"Hey Ron," she said happily. "What's up?"
"Nothing. Just going to class and all that good stuff."
"Oh. Yeah, I suppose I should probably do that too…"
"Yeah. You wouldn't want to be late for whatever you have next."
"There's just one thing I was wondering…" the blonde said quietly.
"What's that?"
"How would you like to turn all this food chain stuff upside down?"
"Upside down?" he asked. "What do you mean by-"
Ron never finished his sentence as Camille wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His arms went limp and the books he was carrying crashed to the hard tile floor. He had no idea how long the kiss had lasted before she pulled back. All he knew was that it had happened. His mind was absolutely blank at the moment. He couldn't think of anything to do or even say. All he could do was stand there with his eyes wide open. But he wasn't the only one.
Every student who was in the hall near them stopped in their tracks. They couldn't help but be enamored by the sight that they had just witnessed. Some of them didn't believe it. Some of them didn't want to believe it. But there was no doubt that it had just happened.
Camille giggled at the response she had gotten out of Ron. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently shook him to try to get him out of his daze. After a few moments of this she finally succeeded.
"You there Ron?" she smirked.
"…Huh?" was the only response he could produce at the moment.
"Good, you're still conscious."
"Conscious…" he repeated dreamily. He shook his head as he tried to clear his mind. "Wait, what?"
This earned another giggle from the blonde as she interlocked her fingers around the back of his neck. It pulled his body closer to hers so that their fronts were making contact.
"I like you, Ron," she said sweetly. "Do you like me?"
He was too stunned to speak right now. He just nodded.
"I'm so happy you feel that way," she smiled.
A massive man began making his way through the crowd that had gathered around Ron's locker. Mr. Barkin soon stood in front of the students and turned to face them.
"Okay people, move along," he ordered. "Nothing to see here. Get to class before you get detention."
The students quickly began to dissipate when they heard the threat from the assistant principal. When he was satisfied at the pace at which the teens were moving he turned to face the pair of blondes.
"And you two need to get to class as well. I don't know what's going on here, but whatever it is isn't worth being late over. Got it?"
"S-sure Mr. B," Ron said distractedly.
"Yah," she said vapidly. "We're totally going right now."
Mr. Barkin looked at them for a few seconds longer before he turned and began walking back to his office. While en route he looked back and saw Ron picking up his fallen books. He couldn't help but think that there was something seriously weird with this whole picture. He had seen Camille's arms around the young man. The look on his face screamed "raging teen hormones". There was simply no way this could be what it looked like, could it? The assistant principal shook his head at the thought. But then again, despite the amount of experience he had at this school and working with students, there was simply no way he could predict what teenagers would do these days.
When Ron had finished picking up his belongings, he looked back into Camille's beautiful blue eyes. She was the first to speak.
"We'll talk more at cheer practice, kay?"
"Yeah. That sounds good."
"See you in English class."
Camille brought Ron close and placed a much gentler kiss on his lips before walking away to her next class.
He stood there for a few moments watching her leave with a huge grin on his face. This was amazing. This was awesome. This was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. He couldn't wait to tell Kim. Then it hit him.
How exactly was he going to tell her?
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He hadn't needed to tell her. He was amazed that he ever thought he would have to. The entire school had found out about what had happened in the hall only minutes afterward. Upon walking into the chemistry room, the entire class turned and stared at him. He didn't know what they were expecting out of him. Were they waiting for him to shout "boo yah!" like he normally would when he was this happy? If so then they would be disappointed. He couldn't help but think that to do so would be disrespectful to Camille. He decided that he would go through this with quiet dignity. He didn't want to risk anything, especially himself, ruining his chances with his first girlfriend.
When he had taken his seat next to Kim she didn't know what to do. She looked at him and opened her mouth to speak several times, but the words never came out. It was safe to say that he wasn't the only person who was completely shocked at this turn of events. Eventually however she did manage to find the words she was looking for. To say that she was surprised would be an understatement.
"Ron?" she said warily.
"Hey Kim," he said happily.
"Is it true what everyone is saying? That Camille…"
"Kissed me?"
"Yeah. That's the word I was looking for.
"Yup. It's true."
"But how? When? Why?" she rambled.
"Believe me Kim, if I had the answer to the why, I would gladly give it to you. All I know is that things are finally starting to go my way."
"Go your way? What do you mean?"
"I haven't been bullied since that last time in P.E. class. And now of all the people in this school, no, all the people in the world, Camille chose me to be her boyfriend. You can't deny that things are going great for me."
"You're right, I can't. But don't you think it's just a little weird?"
"See, there you go with that weird stuff again. Didn't you say I was a great guy?"
"Yeah, and you totally are. But come on Ron. Camille Leon?"
"Seeing is believing. And, well, even though you didn't see it, a bunch of other people did. I thought you would be happy for me."
"I am happy Ron. I really am. I'm just looking out for you. I'm your best friend, remember?"
"Yeah. And I really appreciate it. But you saw the way she was acting toward me at cheer practice on Friday. And then there was the stuff before that. And the stuff on Saturday night."
Oops.
"Saturday night?" she asked giving him a quizzical look.
"Oh, um, that."
"Okay class, quiet down," the chemistry teacher said. "The bell has rung, and class has begun."
There would be no further discussing this until later, possibly until the end of school. While they may have had the rest of their classes together, Kim wanted the whole story in one piece. Not in the couple of minutes in between classes. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly he meant by Saturday night.
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English class meant that the day was nearly over. Kim was happy for that. She wanted to hear all the details about what had happened not only today, but Saturday as well.
She was sitting at her desk with Ron to her left, and Camille to his left. She was surprised that she hadn't noticed the blonde switch her seat back on Friday. But now there was no way in avoiding it. Before class had begun the two blondes had been idly chatting about absolutely nothing of importance. Ron had barely said a word to his best friend since he had taken his seat. She understood why, but that didn't mean she had to like it. She figured that the shock and surprise would wear off after a few days, and that he would be back to his normal self in no time.
She knew about all of Ron's failed attempts to get girls to like him. She remembered how clueless he had been when it came to Tara. She also remembered the sorrow he felt when he discovered that Tara had indeed liked him but then moved on to Josh Mankey. And then of course there was the whole situation with Yori. Again he had been too clueless to react to the feelings that the young ninja had for him.
But this situation was like neither of the previous ones. He had suspected something for days now. The signals were much stronger this time. At least the ones she had seen. Who knows what she hadn't seen? But either way, this time he hadn't been required to make the first move. The impulsive heiress had made sure of that, and in grand fashion too. There was nothing subtle about how she had gone about making her move on Ron. She had made sure that a good number of people had seen it firsthand. Already rumors were abound about how exactly it had all gone down. Some said that it was a small display of affection, while others said that the girl had literally swept Ron off his feet. But regardless of who told the story, there was one thing that they all had in common. And that was that Camille had been the one to initiate it all.
Ms. Gilmore turned her attention from the white board to her class after she was finished writing a few words and phrases.
"Okay class, your assignment over the weekend was to read the first three scenes in act three. Would anyone like to share their initial thoughts?"
Kim was the first to raise her hand.
"Well Iago is continuing to prove why he's a total scumbag," she said.
Kim heard a stifled laugh to her left. She turned to see that Camille was the source.
"Do you have something to add, Camille?" Ms. Gilmore asked.
"If by scumbag you mean genius, then yeah, he totally is."
"You're still defending this creeps actions?" Kim said in disbelief.
The blonde turned to look past Ron and stare directly into Kim's eyes.
"How can you not admire his brilliance? The way he's able to turn Othello against his own wife?"
"Okay, so he might be really skilled in manipulating people. But that's still nothing to admire."
"Relax Kim, it's just a story," Camille said nonchalantly. "It's not like this is real life we're talking about."
Kim sighed as she realized Camille was right. She was getting worked up over a Shakespeare play.
"I know. I guess I just find it hard to admire a villain."
"Because of what you do? That whole world savey thing?"
"Maybe."
Camille turned her attention back to Ms. Gilmore.
"The way Iago drops subtle hints to Othello without actually saying anything is just like, way cool. He plays everyone he meets perfectly."
"Excellent point, Camille," the teacher said. "Iago is able to turn people against each other while making himself seem innocent and honest the whole time. When he begins to convince Othello that his wife is cheating on him with Cassio, he does so while looking reluctant to say anything. He maintains the illusion that he is good and honest, while he is in fact the only villain among them."
"I guess that might be why I hate him so much," Kim reasoned. "When it comes to what I do, I know where I stand with all of the super villains out there. There are no secrets or lies."
"Yeah, I totally get where you're coming from. Secrets and lies are so wrong," Camille agreed. She turned to look at her boyfriend. "Right Ron?"
Ron nodded in agreement.
Like what had happened several days before, Kim didn't respond to the heiress. She simply looked down at her open book without saying a word. She was able to hide any emotions she might be feeling from being shown on her face. But her sudden silence spoke volumes. Only two people in the room knew why.
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The girls in the cheer squad were in their locker room making their final preparations before they came out for practice. Despite the fact that they had no audience they still wanted to look good. After all, to be on the Middleton High School cheer squad meant that you were at the very top of the school's social standings. Someone in that position had to look their best at all times. Of course with that great power also came great responsibility. A girl in that position couldn't go around dating whoever they wanted. The potential boyfriend had to not only be of the proper social standing, but good looking as well. And of course the rest of the squad had to approve of him. Camille had broken both of these unwritten rules.
The young heiress sat on one of the benches brushing her long, bleach-blonde hair. None of the girls had spoken to her about the stunt she had pulled after lunch. None of them had the courage to do so. They knew that this moment was reserved for one person, and one person only. And now she was ready to pounce on the moment.
Bonnie walked over to where Camille was sitting and placed her hands on her hips. The blonde girl ignored her for the moment and continued to move the brush through her hair. Only when Bonnie cleared her throat did the new girl look up.
"Yes?" she asked innocently.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Didn't we have this conversation earlier, Bee," she said mockingly.
"You seriously kissed Stoppable today? Are you trying to ruin this squad's reputation?"
"As if I could top you in doing that."
Bonnie took a step closer to Camille, and the other girls stood and got into positions to separate the two in case a fight broke out. Kim was the most involved of the girls.
"Chill Bonnie," the redhead said calmly.
"I still can't believe you let her on the squad, Kim," Bonnie spat. "We need to take a vote to kick her off."
"Still not a democracy."
"I don't care!" she said a bit too loudly before taking a moment to calm down. She looked back at Camille. "Look, being on this squad has a lot of benefits. But it also has a lot of responsibilities. And dating that loser Stoppable is going to destroy the credibility of this group. Understand now? Or can your thick blonde skull not comprehend?"
Tara and Jessica, the other two blonde girls on the squad, looked very displeased at the comment. While they knew that it wasn't directed at them, it didn't change the fact that Bonnie was making a blanket statement about all blondes. They exchanged a brief glance before turning their attention back to Bonnie.
"Don't call Ron a loser, Bonnie," Kim said sternly. "The squad doesn't have to vote to kick you off. I can do that all on my own."
Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh as she realized that Kim was right.
"Whatever," she said dismissively. "The point is you just can't go dating a guy without getting our approval. And you especially can't date someone like Stoppable."
"Why not?" Tara asked. "I've always thought he was pretty brave since he rescued us at Camp Wannaweep those two times."
"Yeah. He's a nice guy too," Jessica added. "I've seen you insult him plenty of times and he's never once said anything bad back to you."
Bonnie noticed who had spoken up in Ron's defense. Of course it was the other two blondes. She wasn't stupid. It all made sense. They obviously felt offended by her earlier insult of Camille. And now they were taking their new friend's side over hers.
"So then it looks like three of the girls approve of my relationship," Camille smirked. "I'm so sorry that this is affecting you so much, Bonnie. But I think I'll stick to doing what I want and, you know, not caring about what you think."
The brunette shot a venomous look at her. There would be no victory here today. Without the support of the entire squad, save Kim of course, that was simply no way she could do anything about Camille and her unusual new boyfriend.
"Fine," she conceded. "Can we just get this practice over with then?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Kim agreed. "Okay girls, let's go. Less than two weeks until sectionals. We have to make every practice count."
The cheerleaders made their way to the gymnasium where the mats were set up and waiting for them, as was their mascot. It would be another day of practicing the same routines they had been doing the whole year. Kim could only hope that this infighting wouldn't affect their performance.
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An hour and a half later practice had ended. Overall it had been free of drama. Of course there were a few dirty looks and quiet comments made, but there was nothing big enough to cause a scene. But the most important thing was that the squad had performed brilliantly and had worked together in doing so. Kim didn't really care how the members felt about each other as long as they got the job done. She and Bonnie were definitely not what people would call friends, or even on friendly terms with each other. But it was the grudging respect that they had for one another that made them work so well together. The two girls constantly had the desire to out-perform the other which led to them working harder than anyone else on the squad. And this rather unfriendly competition had resulted in a state championship last year. This year they had an even bigger goal in their sights. The national championship.
Camille grabbed a towel and began drying off her face as she walked over to Ron. The young man smiled and greeted her with a gentle hug.
"You were awesome out there!" he raved.
"Yeah, I know," she agreed. "It's just too bad that I'm still only a backup."
"Yeah. But at least you're on the team. So you'll get credit if the team does end up winning something again."
"I guess…"
The two sat down next to each other on the bottom step of the bleachers. Camille saw that Kim was walking in their direction. She took a deep breath before speaking.
"Ron, you know how I told you on Saturday that me being stupid was all an act?"
"Yeah. I gotta say that I was happy to hear it."
"Do me a favor?" she asked timidly.
"Of course. What is it?"
"Can we keep that our little secret?" she said as she brushed a finger up and down his arm.
He smiled unconsciously at her touch. He loved it.
"Sure," he smiled. "Don't worry about that. I'm really good with secrets…" he said before a frown began to creep on his face. "Okay, I'm not that good. But I can be. Especially for you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"Thanks Ron. I just don't want people to start… you know, making my life harder than it already is."
"I would never want to do that to you. Don't worry. I won't say a word to anyone."
"Even Kim?"
"Even Kim."
They finished talking right before Kim had gotten close enough to be able to hear their conversation. She hadn't heard a word of it.
"Great job out there, Camille," the teen hero said.
"Thanks Kim. I'm just like, doing my part or whatever."
"Glad to hear it," she said before shifting the conversation. It was a bit awkward for her to make a transition like this out of the blue. "So, Ron, Camille… how exactly did you two… you know, realize you should start dating."
"Well it really all started last week when I helped Ron with a little bully problem," Camille said.
"Bully problem? You mean the thing in the locker room after gym last week?"
"Nope, different one," Ron said. "The Big Mike thing from last week."
"Oh, right. You never did fill me in on all the details about that."
"Nothing to fill, Kim. The problem is resolved, and he won't ever threaten me again. And Camille is the main reason why. Well, her and Mr. B of course."
"Yeah. Ron was so nice and sweet," Camille reminisced. "That's when I first noticed him."
"So what else?" Kim wondered.
"Oh you know, a few conversations in English class, history, cheer practice. And then he was my knight in shining armor Saturday night at Bonnie's party."
Kim shot Ron a confused look. Another mention of Saturday night. She had absolutely no idea what Camille was talking about. He shifted nervously under Kim's gaze.
"Um, well…" he began. "See, Camille came to my house Saturday and said we should hang out. And it turned out we went to Bonnie's house for some party."
Kim wasn't sure what to think about this. She decided that she had better get the whole story before commenting.
"You went to Bonnie's house? When was this?"
"A little after midnight."
"You were out that late? Please tell me you didn't drink or smoke anything."
"No way Kim. I know better than to do that stuff."
"Good…" she said uneasily before another question came to her mind. "And what did she mean by you were her 'knight in shining armor'?"
"It was like, way romantic," Camille explained. "So Bonnie was getting all up in my face because Brick had just dumped her, and she tried to attack me. But Ron was there to save me. He grabbed Bonnie and pulled her back. If it wasn't for him… well, I don't want to think about what might have happened."
"Yup," he confirmed. "Just doing the old teen hero thing. No big."
"Way big, Ron," Camille said as she wrapped an arm around his torso. "You're my teen hero," she said before placing a soft kiss on his lips.
Kim was now feeling a bit uncomfortable being around the two of them. It wasn't every day that she saw her best friend since pre-k lock lips with the young wealthy heiress of a cat food corporation. It was all a bit too weird for her.
"Well, that's… good I guess," she reasoned.
"You mean you're not mad at me?" Ron asked.
"Nope. I'm happy you know better than to drink and do drugs. And I'm happy the two of you are together."
"Thanks KP. It means a lot that you like her."
"Of course. What are best friends for?"
Kim looked at the wall-mounted clock and saw that she should probably get changed so she could leave.
"Well I'm glad I know all the details now. But we should probably get going. By the way, what are we doing today, Ron?"
Camille and Ron both stood up when they too saw what time it was.
"Actually I was going to spend the day with Camille. It's our first day being together after all," he said as he noticed a slight look of disappointment on Kim's face. "But hey, the three of us should totally hang out sometime. And Felix and Monique too. That would be awesome, right?"
Kim smiled and nodded at the thought.
"Yeah, it would be. You two have fun. I'm sure I have plenty of options for something to do today."
"Thanks for understanding Kim. We'll talk later tonight," he said as he turned to face Camille.
"Wait for me by my car after you get changed, kay?" she said.
"Sure."
Ron walked off to the men's locker room leaving Kim and Camille standing there alone. Once she saw Ron enter, the redheaded teen turned to blonde.
"Camille, I wanted to talk to you about Ron in private."
"Okay."
"I'm okay with the two of you dating, but I just want you to be careful with the whole situation," she said cautiously. "Take it slow, you're his first girlfriend. I just don't want to see him get hurt or anything. Okay?"
Camille looked to the floor and nodded in understanding when Kim had finished speaking. She then stared into Kim's eyes when she responded.
"No."
Kim was taken aback by the answer. Had she heard correctly? Or maybe Camille had just misunderstood. She thought that she had been very clear with her choice of words, but then again Camille wasn't known for her high level of intelligence. She needed a clarification.
"What do you mean, 'no'?"
"I mean, no. I don't want your advice. I don't need your advice. And I don't care about anything you have to say about the subject."
"Camille… what's going on?" she asked nervously.
"He's mine now, Kim," she smirked menacingly. "You have absolutely no say or control in his life anymore, and more importantly what I do with him. And you're going to lose him to me. Got it?"
Kim was at a loss for words. Her mind simply couldn't process what Camille was saying. Was this just some sort of jealousy that the girl harbored for Ron's female best friend? It was the only logical explanation that the teen hero could come up with.
She finally had to break her gaze from Camille's cold blue eyes. She had to regroup and think of something to say, some way to resolve this. It all had to be a misunderstanding. It wouldn't be the first when it came to the heiress. But before she could say anything else, Camille started walking to the locker room.
"Camille?" Kim called after her. She didn't respond. "Camille!" she repeated.
Camille turned as she continued walking and waved her fingers mockingly at Kim. That same smirk was still on her face as she waved.
Kim's jaw clenched when she saw this. But it was clear that another confrontation would not do any good today. She decided that she would wait until Camille was done changing until she would enter the locker room to do the same. As she thought about what Camille had told her, she realized that this could turn into a major problem if the three of them didn't work it out. She would need to talk to Ron about this later tonight.