A/N—To the readers of the original story, don't be put off because you think that this story is basically a rehash of the plot of the old story. It might look like that at times, but I am pretty sure that it is quite different in its own respects. Anyway, please read and review.

Chapter 2

The teacher monotonously droned on about literature, as Ron Stoppable felt himself succumbing to sleep. The smooth whir of the fan in the background did nothing to ameliorate the situation. Before he knew it, Ron was fast asleep.

"Do you think we'll always be friends?" Ron asked the question nervously, oblivious to everyone else in the mall.

"Of course Ron! We've been best friends for fourteen years!" An overwhelming shadow appeared over the duo.

"Hi Kim."

"Josh!" Before Ron could do anything, Josh led Kim away. Ron persistently chased after him, but no matter how fast he ran he was always behind the laughing couple.

"KP!"

"Too late, Stoppable. Stoppable. Stoppable." 'Why's he keep saying that?'

"STOPPABLE!" Ron jerked awake.

"Huh? What?" He looked around and realized it was just a dream. 'Just a dream.'

"For the last time, stay awake in my class or you're going to get a detention."

Ron's POV

'Well, that went well.' I sat up and stared blankly at the blackboard as an eternity passed by. Then again, time didn't seem to have much meaning anymore. Everything seemed routine…too routine.

I guess that's what happens when you're not involved in any activities. It's the same everyday: wake up, school, homework, sleep. Of course, there'd be eating in between, but it just wasn't the same without KP. Then again, nothing was.

Ever since that day, I've just tried to move on, tried to accept the fact that I couldn't live in this illusion of being best friends any longer. We clearly weren't; I guess it just doesn't work that way in high school. When I realized she really wasn't much different from every other superficial girl I've met, I thought that it'd be easier for me to stop liking her. It's too bad love doesn't work like that. Deep down, I still saw her as my KP, the one I've known so well since pre-K and not this…stereotypical, shallow cheerleader. In fact, ever since that day, she never stopped by or called; she doesn't bother saying 'hi' in school or even make much eye contact. That's the worst feeling, to not even be noticed anymore.

So for the past month, I've been trying to force myself to stop liking her. I felt that slowly but sure I was making progress, even trying to hate her at times. After all, if she hadn't even bothered to make any type of communication with her supposed 'best' friend, she was probably trying to force me out of her life right? RING! The bell mercifully rang, jerking me from my thoughts and the boredom of Mrs. Cram's class. I carried on like a drone from class to lunch, then to another boring class, and then to my last class of the day. As usual, I was still half asleep as I entered my last class, where our permanent substitute was Mr. Barkin.

The interesting thing about his class was the seating arrangements. The desks were lined up against the wall so that three sides of the walls contained desks. Mr. Barkin would stand at the front center of the classroom, the wall with no desks, and lecture us on a variety of works. However, he put Kim right next to Bonnie and seemed to keenly focus on their behavior towards each other. He put me across the room from Kim, which meant that whenever I looked up I'd see her and vice-versa. We've never made eye contact this whole month. If I didn't know better, I'd say that Barkin was trying to taunt me by putting Kim right there.

I put my head against my desk and stared off into blank space as Barkin droned on and on and on. There were a few that paid careful attention to Barkin, but most of the class eventually drifted off one way or the other. However, one part of this class caught my attention.

"And can anyone tell me why the narrator chose such a lugubrious fate?" I heard Barkin say. "Possible!"

"Um, no one would listen to her?" Kim asked, clearly taken off guard. Bonnie smirked and raised her hand. She had drifted off as much, if not more, than Kim had, but Kim had the misfortune of being called on first, which meant that she was completely unprepared. Set on any chance of making herself better than Kim, Bonnie had leapt into action the second Barkin called on Kim. It seemed to an obsession of hers, to be better than Kim.

"Rockwaller, would you care to provide for us a more in-depth answer?"

"The narrator was clearly alone in the world, when those closest to her wouldn't believe her own feelings about herself. What they say is true, that solitude leads to apathy, and apathy leads to death, if not without then within. When she couldn't even trust those closest to her, she was truly alone in the world. She had nowhere to go but within, her solitude, her prison." I'm not sure if it was just my imagination, but I could see a grimace cross over Bonnie's face for just a second. It was so subtle I couldn't even be sure if it were real or not. Her words meant something to me; solitude eventually becomes unbearable. Everyone needs somebody. In that one moment, I saw Bonnie not as Kim's rival and snobby bitch, but I saw Bonnie as a person, capable of emotions.

"That's a very interesting way of looking at things. Possible, take notes and you might just give a meaningful answer for once!" Barkin barked loudly. As expected, Bonnie became Bonnie again as she gave Kim a sickingly sweet smile. I pondered this for a few more minutes as I stared into space again.

Ring! The ringing of the final bell jerked me awake. Relieved that the day had finally, mercifully ended, I packed my books and headed out the door. Unfortunately, I was still drowsy and ran into someone, causing her to drop her books. As I uttered my apologies and leaned down to help her pick them up, I found myself staring into Kim's eyes. To say that the moment was uncomfortable would be an understatement. I'm not sure if she felt too guilty about her actions, but I personally felt ashamed. I mean, she basically implied that I wasn't even good enough to be her friend; yet she was still Kim Possible, and she needed to believe herself to be a good person.

"Ron…" she said, trying to break the uncomfortable silence by starting up a conversation.

"KP," I acknowledged with a small nod.

"I'm really sorry about…this summer." And you damn well should be.

"It's fine."

"Um, it's been a long time. I haven't talked to you in a while." Not that you've tried.

"Yea."

"Well, you want to go hang out at Bueno Nacho this week?" It's weird how the smallest acts can change one's mood so greatly.

"KP, you know the Ron-man can't turn down Bueno Nacho," I said, trying to slip into my old persona. She gave a slight laugh. "How about Fridays like before?" She bit her lower lip.

"Well, actually I'm busy Friday…" Figures. "But Thursday's okay." Oh well.

"Cool, meet you there at six? Same booth as always?"

"Yea, see you there." She left for her locker as I headed home for another night of homework and TV. Ever since I've stopped talking to KP, I've started doing homework out of sheer boredom.

'That's definitely a sign of insanity.'

Well, at least my grades have been the best they've been since…well ever. It's hard to believe all I had to do was work. I slept soundly and happily that night, hopeful that I could finally patch things up with KP.

Meanwhile…

"Shego! I'm telling you this will work!" yelled Drakken in another one of his childish tantrums. Shego just rolled her eyes.

"Right, just like everything else you say will work."

"This is different! It doesn't involve destruction."

"Whatever."

X.X

Bonnie stormed into her house, still fuming.

"Honey, what's wrong?" her worried mother asked as she went through the pantry searching for some food.

"Nothing," she said, taking out a nutri-grain bar.

"Why are you back from cheerleading so early?"

"Kim was being a bitch…again." She took an angry bite out of the sugary treat.

"Oh." What else could her mother say?

"And I'm not going tomorrow either; Hell, I might even take the rest of the week off," she said to no one in particular. But that wasn't saying much, since the next day was Thursday.

A/N—Lots of dramatic irony eh? Well, there would be to those who have read the original anyway. If you haven't, just ignore that statement. Please read and review, since I haven't posted in weeks.