Kim: This was almost too easy.

Kim Possible moved through the school hallways like she belonged there, her confidence as natural as breathing. Not that anyone would question her dressed in a tight-fitting light green crop top and dark yoga pants that hugged her toned frame, she looked just like any other student. Well, if other students had thighs strong enough to take down a grown man and an ass that seemed to defy gravity.

Her long, fiery red hair cascaded behind her, a glossy wave that brushed her lower back with each determined step. Green eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned her surroundings. Where is he? she thought, a smirk playing at her full lips.

The plan was simple: Find him, charm him, recruit him. She wasn’t about to let some new hotshot steal her thunder especially not when her enemies like Shego hold try to recruit him too. That pale witch must be losing her mind if she thinks she’s getting to him first.

Kim flipped her hair over her shoulder, shaking off the thought. I can do anything, she reminded herself. And that included making sure this prodigy joined her side.

But just as she turned a corner, her confident smirk faltered. Standing there, arms crossed, was her.

Shego.

Shego: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Shego leaned against a row of lockers, arms folded under her impressive chest, watching with amusement as a certain redheaded hero nearly tripped over her own smug attitude.

Of course, Kim was here. Of course she had the same plan.

Shego sighed dramatically, rolling her bright green eyes before pushing off the lockers. Her tight black pants stretched with every movement, the green stripes along the front accentuating her long, curvy legs. The matching green top clung to her body in all the right ways, revealing just enough to distract, but not enough to give away everything.

Her raven-black hair, long and impossibly silky, framed her face as she tilted her head, smirking. She’d always known she looked good no, dangerous but in a place like this, among clueless teenagers? She might as well have been a goddess walking among mere mortals.

And now, here was Princess Perfect trying to step on her plan. Again.

Shego:“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Little Miss Overachiever.”Shego’s voice dripped with amusement as she took a slow step forward, eyes gleaming.“Didn’t take you for the desperate type, Kimmie. Guess I was wrong.”

Kim: crossed her arms, her green eyes narrowing.“If anyone’s desperate, it’s you. I mean, what are you even doing here? Trying to relive your high school glory days?”

Shego: scoffed.“Please. Like I need to relive something I already owned.”She leaned in slightly, her smirk widening.“But you? You’re practically sweating confidence issues.”

Kim squared her shoulders, refusing to give an inch. Not today, Shego.

The tension between them crackled, neither willing to back down. But one thing was clear, this school wasn’t big enough for the both of their egos.

And whoever he was, he had no idea what he was about to be caught in the middle of.

Before the fight could start, the gym doors creaked open again.

Both women turned sharply, their competitive fire instantly masked by sultry, inviting smiles as he finally stepped into the gym, looking between them with obvious confusion.

Kim and Shego exchanged a quick glare, both realizing at the same time

This just got a lot more complicated.