Kim sneers visciously. "We have popularity. We can fight. The jocks and the gangs and anyone else who tries to move in on us."
Ron shakes his head. "It doesn't have to get to that. We can hide them until they wake up."
"Hide them?!", Kim screams, pointing at him. "Barkin's gonna check the bleachers! He's gonna check the cafeteria!"
"Get that finger out of my face.", Ron replies. "I'll take them to the Home Ec room. He never checks Home Ec."
"It's over Ron! And we have you to thank for this unholy mess.", Kim continues.
Bonnie moves to my back. A single thought from KP and I'm as good as dead.
"It's not over. I can get them to Home Ec. Now get that finger out of my face.", demands.
Ron pushes her hand out of his face.
KP glares, appalled. "Bastard!"
The cheerleaders circle around him, prepared to do their worst. Then
Then KP crushes her body into mine. Hugging me so hard it hurts. Reminding me of all the years, more than a decade, we've been best friends. My warrior woman.
"I'll be yours, KP.", Ron insists.
"Always...and never.", Kim breathes at him.
Ron leans away from her and instructs the others. "Get me a Pickle Day parade float. With a big tarp."