Fan Fiction ❯ Ron Stoppable: Man or Monster? ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3

 

“Nervous about your first day back Ron?” Ron laughed. “Why would I be nervous KP? I was bitten by a UBO.” Kim gave him a look. “UBO?” Ron smiled. “Yeah. An Unidentified Biting Object!” Kim allowed herself a small smile. She would never admit she missed his corny humor. At the doors, half the school population greeted them. Even the cheerleaders…except Bonnie of course. In classes, the teachers all personally welcomed him and excused him from the tests for that week. During 3rd period, (the period before lunch) Ron noticed that many girls (including Kim) seemed to be staring at him. When the lunch bell ring he hurried and got his meal, but not before the football team did. The sports teams at Middleton got to eat first because they “needed the energy more than the rest of those punks.” After the jocks took there seats, seniors were aloud through, and then juniors. “Finally,” Ron muttered, grabbing his lunch of pizza and nachos. “Oh yeah!” Ron did a little victory dance on the way to his table. He never noticed the foot of Brick Flagg in his path. Only when it was too late did he see the large limb in his path. Then he did something that made Kim's heart jump. He tossed his lunch tray straight into the air on the way down, then using one arm leaped straight up with a handspring landing on his feet and then caught his tray. All without spilling a single drop of melted cheese. Then he calmly sat at his table and began to eat. The air filled with urgent whispers. “Did you see that?!” “Stoppable just caught himself, just like that!” “Whoa!” Girls turned to stare in newfound admiration. Monique noticed that Kim seemed upset by this. “Girl, did you just see that!” Kim just stared. “How…did… Ron…” Ron just scarfed his food down and left.

 

After lunch, Ron had P.E. along with Kim and Monique. Kim was surprised to find out that Ron was the top subject of discussion. Kim was also surprised to find that she minded…a lot. Waiting for the boys to finish dressing, she was not surprised to find he was the last one out. Finally, with 2 seconds to go before the tardy bell, he stumbled out. Unable to find his usual, baggy gym clothes, he stood wearing a too-small tank, and a pair of sweat pants which had had its legs, from the knee down, ripped off. The only thing unusual about this is that his too-tight-tank showed abs, arms, and pecs that the Ron Stoppable they knew did not possess. And his cut-off-sweats showed off the legs of an Olympic runner, with large claves and quads. Taking his place at the end of the line-up, he didn't notice the looks he was receiving from his peers. From the girls, open wonder, and even lust. From the guys, pure unadulterated jealousy.

 

Of course, Mr. Barkin had to make a comment. “So Mr. Stoppable, you were too sick to come to school for two months, yet healthy enough to pump some iron?” Ron looked up at Mr. Barkin (literally, this guy is like 6' 6”) and answered, “Sir, I have not and never will, as you say, “pump iron”. I have no need to do so, and the fact that you forgot to brush your teeth this morning should not make you try to hit a nerve with me, sir.” The room was silent. Not only had Ron just called the teacher an imbecile (in his own way) but he had commented on Mr. Barkin's breath… something no one, not even Brick, had ever said to his face.

 

Mr. Barkin turned about ten different shades of red, then purple, then red again. The vein in his forehead and neck stuck out like miniature speed bumps. “What was that Stoppable?!” Ron spoke slowly, as if talking to a two year old. “You…smell…like…a… jockstrap…” The silence was deafening. “So Stoppable,” hissed Mr. Barkin, still a myriad of colors, “you think just because you were in the hospital recently that I will give you a break?” Ron glared at him. “No sir…show me what you've got.” Mr. Barkin glanced down the line-up, sizing up them up. He smiled ruthlessly as he chose and executioner for Ron's insubordination. “Flagg, get your butt over hear. You and Mr. Stoppable are going to do some boxing.” Brick, the State wide boxing champion, grinned and cracked his knuckles. Time for payback from the lunchroom incident. Kim gasped. Brick would kill him; he had to outweigh Ron by about 150 lbs! But how could she save Ron without killing Ron's pride? She saw nothing she could do, except hope and pray.

 

The two contestants stood across from each other in the ring. Brick was busy showing off muscles and taunting Ron to do anything smart. Ron thought to himself, Wow. Me against Brick Flagg and his entire goon squad. He grinned. Sort've unfair, isn't it? “Hey Brick,” he yelled. Brick grinned cockily. “What wuss…you want to quit already?!” Ron laughed humorlessly. “I bet you $100 that I'll not only whoop your tail, but I'll do it using only my right arm to hit you with! What do you say?” Brick roared with laughter. “You beat me?! You must be joking!” “Dead serious.” Brick narrowed his eyes. “Fine…$100 if you manage to beat me. But if I win…” he began, “you have to declare your loserness to the school from the P.A. system.” Ron shrugged. “Deal.” “Deal.” They shook hands, and it was obvious that Brick was trying to break Ron's fingers, but he didn't even grimace.

 

“Get ready people! Round one…GO!” Brick rushed at Ron, swinging at his head. Ron ducked, avoiding his fist, and spun around to Bricks other side. Brick's eyes widened and he swung again. This time Ron leaned back to avoid the blow, Matrix-style. Angrily, Brick threw a barrage of fists at Ron's face and stomach, missing each time. How had Stoppable got so fast? “What's…the…matter…Stoppable? Afraid you'll break your…hand?” he gasped, breathing hard by now. Ron smiled. “My turn?” Brick was about to call him an idiot, when what felt like a truck ran straight into his solar-plexus, driving the wind from his body and sending him to his knees. He grabbed his stomach in pain. He glared up at Ron, his right arm still extended as if saying, yeah, look, that was me! Brick cursed, “You sneaky Son of a B-“ but he never finished his sentence. Ron's arm came up one last time in an uppercut, sending Brick flying through the air, about three feet off the ground, and into the ropes.

 

Brick groaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, then he slumped to the ground, unmoving. Mr. Barkin quickly checked his pulse. He looked up at Ron, new-found admiration and, yes, even fear, in his eyes. “Jees Stoppable…you knocked him out cold!” Ron grimaced. “Just remind him when he wakes up that he owes me a hundred dollars. I'll carry him to the nurse.” And just like that, he bent down and picked up an unconscious 265 lb. body and slung it over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then walked out of the gym. The silence was broken by Monique's low, slow whistle. “Dang…looks like we ain't got to worry about Ron anymore…he can take care of himself.” Kim just stared.

 

 

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