A normal afternoon in the tri-city area. Well… Maybe not so normal. Somewhere, a strategy conference was taking place.
Where was it taking place? Certainly not in a perpetually divided dorm room in Upperton or a now-wrecked green-painted house on the boundary of Middleton, but in a tiny-looking Mexican fast food restaurant.
Bueno Nacho?
Precisely.
Seated in a well-known booth sat four individuals. One, of course, didn't want to be there, one looking in earnest for counsel, another offering such assistance, and naturally, another who was just volleying stupid ideas back and forth.
Speaking of stupid ideas…
“I still say you should kick Bonnie biscuit,” Ron said, convinced that his solution was correct.
“And I still say that naco is cutting off the air supply to your brain,” Monique stated. For about the fourth time, the blond had brought up scuffling as a means to settle the score, and of course, no one was buying it.
“Ron, fighting isn't going to help,” Kim reasoned. “Besides, if they were to fight, what would happen if someone walked in on them?”
The blond had no answer for this. Last time he checked, everyone was supposed to play nice in a college dormroom… Or else.
“She could always lock the door… Maybe.”
Kim, Monique, and Ron all whirled around to see that it was the fourth member of the conference, Shego, who chimed into this issue.
“I didn't know she even talked,” Monique said to Ron, giving him a playful nudge.
“Hey, I heard that,” The former villainess barked.
That quickly made the duo on the other side shut their traps.
“Anyway,” The oldest of the group began, brushing away a raven tress from her face. “I kind of agree with the sidekick. As far as I'm concerned, duking it out is the only way settling things.”
“What?” An incredulous Kim asked. “Where'd you come up with that? How would that solve anything?”
“Gosh, Kimmie. You mean to tell me that you and I got together by talking to each other?” Shego asked sarcastically. “Because the wayI remember it, you were on top of me, and I was on top of you, and, like, a minute later, I was on top of you and you were on top of me.“
Ron & Monique stared blankly at Shego, then at a deeply flushed Kim as they were just given the inside info on how this pretty damn odd couple came to be. But before any questions could be asked, Shego got back to the subject at hand.
“Fight anyway,” The raven-haired woman said egging Monique on. “Hey, if you're lucky, she won't even fight back.”
“But…” Monique stammered.
“Then again, you can always take Kimmie's advice,” Shego teased, thumbing over to the still reddened redhead.
Monique was very much in a bind here. She had a realllly strong urge to go back to the dorm and give little Bon-Bon the dry slap that she so desperately needed. But it just wasn't the right thing to do. She was no angel… but then again, she was no Bonnie either.
“I'm going to… think about it,” An uncertain Monique stated, raising out of her seat. Just as slowly as she raised out of her seat, she was pulled down by Shego.
“Wait… Before you go. At least show me what this Bonnie girl looks like,” A geniunely interested Shego said.
“Anybody got a picture or something?” Ron asked.
“Yeah, I got one. It's in my bag,” Monique replied. The picture was a bit old, from graduation a year or so back but it would serve it's purpose. Except that it wasn't readily available. As the former fashion store cashier rummaged through her bag, Shego got a bit… bored.
“While you continue your digging, I'm going to go out and get some… fresh air or somethin,” Shego said.
As if on cue, just as Shego went out the door, in through the fiberglass doors, sauntered in the haughty former cheerleader Bonnie Rockwaller. Several heads turned at the sight of her appearance, including Ron & Monique. With a scoff, the dark-skinned girl sat back down. In a matter of seconds, as if a signal went off, Bonnie approached the occupied booth with a known purpose. As she approached the booth, all conversion in the restaurant seemed to come to a halt. Coincedence?
Maybe.
“What did I just see there? Looks like there's a new loser in town,” The brunette said feigning excitement. “What? You three are not going to introduce me?”
“Her name is…” An askanced Monique began.
“Don't care!” Rockwaller cut in rudely. “The real reason why I graced you losers with my presence is to ask Kim a question.”
It was enough fresh air for a time. The former villainess had to get out of there. All this conversation about this Bonnie character. She had tried her darnedest to be interested. But as she found out, this Bonnie business was about as interesting as Drakken's take-over-the-world-plots that always failed.
Why in the world did she decide to go straight anyway?
Oh yeah… That beautiful redhead that she happened to be obsessed with.
She reentered the obnoxious fast-food joint to find something rather interesting. Some girl with brown hair was talking to Kimmie's little sidekicks. It actually was interesting to see that neither… Nickyor… whatever that blond's name was happy to see this girl, and she entertained the thought of meeting this girl. Yet, through better judgement, she decided against it. Heck, she could see what develops from this.
The redhead was really trying to avoid talking to her former subordinate, but she couldn't hide now.
“What is it Bonnie?” Kim asked uneasily.
“I just have to know… What tastes better? Stoppable's stupid naco creation or the green girl that was sitting next to you?”
The redhead was too shocked by the terse question to even respond. In fact, how did Bonnie even know about her and Shego? The young woman's eyes flashed dangerously at the tanned girl, who only stood there, hands on hips, with a taunting grin on her lovely face.
“Looks like you need time to think about it… Later losers… and… later, Mo,” Bonnie said, flashing her roommate a caustic grin. With a toss of her flawless brown locks, she egressed out of the restaurant, leaving the threesome speechless. On her way out, she passed by Shego, giving her a soft snort as she left.
Though usually she would've dismembered the young brunette for scoffing at her, she resigned herself for just this once. Whoever this girl was, Kimmie and her groupies didn't like her one bit. As she gaited back to the table, she heard a fascinating comment come out the mouth of Stoppable.
“Yeah, same old Bonnie,” She heard the blond young man say with a roll of his eyes.
‘Whoa! That was…’
Somehow the green-clad woman knew she missed something by not poking into that conversation. With a zip in her step, she returned to the table and grabbed Ron by his shoulders.
“Waitaminit… That was Bonnie?“ A wide-eyed Shego asked.
The trio beside her nodded plainly.
Her shocked look dissolved into a grin.
“Wow… She's hot,” The former henchwoman admitted.
“Shego,” Kim scolded with a raised eyebrow.
“No, seriously… She's smokin’ hot.”
“Shego!”
“You mean to tell me that she was your so-called rival in high school?” She asked Kim.
“Yeah,” The redhead answered uneasily.
“Damn,” Shego swore. “If Ihad been you Kimmie, I would have found some sort of way to find out if she was a real brunette.”
“She-GO!” A now blushing Kim scolded loudly.
“You think we should hose her down?” Ron asked quietly to a giggling Monique.
“Again, I heard that,” Shego threatened with a faint green glow building in her left hand.
“Anyway… I think I got a new plan… So uh… black girl…”
“…Monique,” The girl in question annoyingly corrected.
“Yeah, whatever your name is… the next time that Bonnie girl gets in your face and argues with you, I say you get the last word…”
“Yeah?” Monique asked, urging the former henchwoman to continue.
“…By giving her a big fat…”
“Uh-huh?”
“…Kiss on the lips,”
“What!” Kim & Monique said in unison.
“That is the craziest idea I've ever heard,” Ron said, his mouth hanging open.
“Know what? I like that idea…” He concluded, a grin forming on his face.
Both Monique and Kim shot a narrow-eyed glance at the sheepishly grinning blond before exchanging awkward glances at each other.
“How do you even…”
“As I understand,” The raven-haired woman began “You play for both teams, and don't try to deny it bcause you've been totally eyeing Kimmie since we got here.”
With the way that the redhead was grinning at her, it was a darn good thing that Mo was dark enough for no one to see her blush, because if she was a couple of shades lighter, she'd be just about a tomato by now.
“Come on, Nicky. You've never thought of Bonnie as attractive?” Asked Shego as she leaned in closer.
“No! And it's Monique!”
“Not even once?”
“No!”
“Liar,” Shego whispered with a smirk.
“What was that?” Challenged Monique
“I said you're a liar,” Shego said simply. “How do you find red over here attractive and not her?”
“Interesting question,” Ron added with perverted eyebrows furrowing all the while.
All three women shot a look at him.
“What? I just wanted to know!” The blond said defensively.
The trio still continued to stare at the confused blond.
“I am not a pervert!”
Nope… Still staring.
“I'm not!”
Fish weren't biting today.
“Should I leave now, or what?”
All three women nodded, which left the blond no other option but to get up and exit this conference. Well… It wasn't like he was useful or anything like that…
Another fruitful round of antagonizing. This process was almost too easy. Heck, if Monique was her high school rival instead of Kim, Bonnie would have enjoyed a lot more victories such as this. A brilliant day it was for the ravishing brunette. She had lost three pounds off of her already scintilating body, she was almost fully caught up on her studies for the approaching fall, and of course, Monique was out of her hair for the time being. As she turned the key to her, she was pretty certain that nothing could go wrong with the rest of the day.
“Bon-Bon, so nice it is to see you… Not.”
“Yeah, little sis, look like you've put on a few pounds.”
What… the… hell?
Seated in her couch in her dormroom were her twin sisters from Hell, Connie & Lonnie.
‘Why now?’ Bonnie thought, looking up to the ceiling. ‘Just when things were starting to look good…’
When the youngest Rockwaller decided to stay closer to campus, it had nothing to do with keeping up with studies and arriving to class on time. However, it did have everything to do with avoiding her sisters, and indeed, she avoided them like the plague. She truly hated them, maybe even more so than Kim. Besides, if it wasn't that redhead showing off how much better she was than her, it was Connie & Lonnie.
There were never any of those “They're not so bad” moments between Bonnie and her older twin sisters simply because, they were that bad. Always embarrassing her in front of past boyfriends, making fun of her like, every chance they got. It just wasn't fair! They had to be twenty-five years old, with their own lives, with their stupid little careers as models… or… doctors… or whatever occupation they have, and of course, they had to have hotter than hot boyfriends, and don't even get into the…
“If you're wondering why we're here,” Connie began.
“…Mother told us that we should come by and visit this wreck,” Lonnie said rudely as she looked the place over.
Yet another low blow that incensed the younger brunette. How dare they?
“What makes this place a wreck?” She asked. “I bet it's a castle compared to your…”
“Condominium in Los Angeles?” A grinning Connie asked.
“Or maybe it's better than my penthouse in New York,” Added Lonnie.
This is how it always was when you're siblings were disgustingly successful compared to you. This was indeed a fact of life for Bonnie. Outdone time after time again by these two… bitches. It was enough to make the younger brunette sick to her stomach, but not enough to make her utter a word in reply. At this point, silence was her only option.
“Nothing to say Bonnie?” Lonnie asked, already expecting the answer.
“Shhh! I think she's a little jealous of us, Lon,” Connie scolded playfully to her twin. “I mean it's bad enough that she got outdone by that Kim Possible girl like… all throughout high school.”
“Tch, it's not like that's our problem,” The blonde, Lonnie scoffed.
The youngest sibling could only stand there, a fist clenching at her side and bitter tears welling in her tightly shut eyes. Those two… Those two were the only ones who could break her down like this and they were at it again. The verbal sparring match was already over, and anyone could tell who won.
“Aww, Bon-Bon, you know we didn't mean that,” Lonnie lied.
The twins each placed an arm around their younger sister in a mock attempt at being nice. The closeness between herself and her older sisters made the younger brunette's skin crawl. They were simply incapable of being nice
“We just know you'll be successful… someday,” Connie said, holding back a giggle as best she could.
“Besides, Bon. You remember the rules, don't you?” Lonnie asked.
“What rule is that?” Bonnie asked with a noticable break in her voice.
Rooked… Again.
“Well… I got the brains,” Connie began.
“…I got the looks,” Lonnie continued.
All that the younger brunette could do was grit her teeth at what was coming next.
“And you got the rest!” The duo declared in unison.
That was the dam breaker. The tears that had threatened to fall seconds ago now etched the younger brunette's face. Anothervictory for them, and another loss for her. Just like old times.
“Get Out!” Bonnie screeched, pointing her finger at the door.
“Gosh, little sis you don't have to shout, it's not like we want to be here,” Lonnie said, ambling out of the bedroom and toward the exit.
“You know, Bonnie,” Connie said, stopping at the vestibule. “It looks like you could really use a friend right now.”
“Yeah,” Lonnie chuckled. “If she had any.”
The haunting laughter of the older women echoed inthe quiet hallway as the Bonnie waited until they were out of view, then slammed the door in frustration.
As hurtful as it all was, everything they said was true. Success was yet to come, Kim Possible always bested her throughout high school, and she didn't have any friends. Well, save for a certain blonde girl who was like, two thousand miles away.
It was funny this way. Unless it was that bad in college, there wasn't that much of a use for reputation. Heck, unless you were one on of the sports teams, or one of the cheerleaders, you were just another face in the crowd. There were no ‘cool kids’ in college, and there was no carryover between who you were in high school, and who you are now.
The gravy days of high school were long over, and Bonnie Rockwaller was finally beginning to realize it.
And it hurt like hell.
Five hours over discussing a battle plan against a ruthless roommate?
That thought went back and forth through Monique's mind as she drove cramped, yet comfortable coupe back to the campus grounds. The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous she found Kim & Shego's advice hot to go about this situation. In fact, if not for seeing the redhead for the first time in about six months, this entire afternoon was a total waste of time. Talk it over it with her… Fight her… Kiss her…
Ugh! And she thought they would be helpful…
After showing her ID at the booth, the dark-skinned girl entered the hallway, en route to her abode. As she entered the elevator, she knew she had to be prepared for what the brunette was going to do this time. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't going to be good.
Now out of the elevator, she made a short walk to the her door to find something strange. The door was slightly cracked open. Shrugging it off, Monique carefully pushed the door open, so as not to let the creaking of the hinges get too loud. Once inside, she nudged the door shut.
All the lights in the room were off. What was going on here?
She flicked a couple of lights on and ambled down the narrow hallway. Before she got to her room, she stopped. She could have sworn she had heard something…
She didn't want anyone to see her like this. An emotional wreck. Her hair a mess, her cheeks stained with dried tears. Bonnie was officially miserable - Well, she was always kind of miserable, but boy, not this miserable.
Everything that she had thought mattered didn't matter now to the brunette. All that she knew was that she was a failure and she had no one… Not even Tara.
Tara was the only one who understood Bonnie, or so she thought. Even before high school, the blonde knew what went on in the Rockwaller home, and the brunette appreciated that at least one person knew of her struggles with her sisters.
…But she couldn't even come to her aid now.
The tanned girl tried to resist, but a new torrent of tears began to befall upon her delicate face. She was crying all over again, and she didn't care. Not about why, not about when she would stop…
…not even if Monique was listening on the other side of her door.
End of Chapter 3
As they say in show business… Better late than never.
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