Daily Narcissism was good for the ego- especially when one had one as big as his. The wall length mirror inside the pseudo bedroom reflected back a devious smirk in which his green lips curled to reveal razor akin teeth. The red eyes that gathered this information where far from void, in fact the crimson saucers were always calculating and gathering data. He'd grown to a pleasing height of 177.80 cm (about 5 foot 10 inches), a square jaw and toned body. In pathetic Earths years, he was the ripe age of 21. Upon a satisfactory amount of gawking in the mirror, he decided to put on his disgusting disguise. But this time it was different.

He was learning from his errors all throughout the years on Earth, finally deciding to be serious about his domination. Violet contacts were replaced with green ones; green skin for peachy flesh, a shaggy brown mop of hair framed his new face. His attire mimicked the average college students; graphic T-shirt of a Mustache and dark wash jeans that dragged about the ground over his black converse. He smirked, pleased with the new ensemble, he snagged the pin stripe messenger bag that Gir happily held out for him, stating cheerfully in his robotic voice, "Have a good day a school honey!" then giggling hysterically, "I sounded like a mommy!"

Zim merely rolled his eyes, blowing a lock from his view as he scanned the urban surrounding. His still more than obvious base was relocated to an even more obvious local of right in the heart of the city, plugged into an apartment complex. He walked only a few streets down to Coolege. He stiffened when Dib came into view. Much to Zim's disdain, Dib matched him in height and muscle tone, neither where close to a football jock, but still trim. Dib hardly changed his style, still donning a black trench coat, shifting eyes and all black attire. The only thing that changed was the slicked back raven hair and the mirror coated aviator sunglasses.

Remembering himself, he merely averted his eyes to the ground and casually walked past Dib before heading towards his class in E106. Human history, this would prove to be boring, it always was in that wretched Skool and Hi Skool. He took a seat next to a human girl, not heeding her much, just chuckling at the clicking noises coming from her game. Her game. Her game. It finally hit Zim to look at who he just sat next to.

She had changed. Her purple curls cascaded down her back, her amber eyes fixated on the Game Slave 6.0, her hourglass figure complimented by a dark emerald V-neck shirt, that emphasized her waist just under her bust and flared out to her black jeans that clung from her hips to her knees and flared out again hovering just above the thick heel of her black boots. She was less repulsive than any other human. She felt his gawking and gave him a sidelong glance. "Uh, Hi?" She offered, her voice dripping in aggressiveness.

Finding himself, he recovered by smirking, a deep voice came from his lips, "Hey, I was noticing you were playing Squash Siblings Arena, that's one of my favorites." He added for effect. She merely smirked and went back to her fighting game. He averted his eyes back to the whiteboard but as soon as he did she cleared her throat. He eyed her from the side, smiling softly, "Yes?"

"I'm Gaz." She told him with a smirk, "Who are you?" Gaz thought to herself, why does he seem so familiar? Oh well, dad says I need to open up to people. She awaited his answer, arching a delicate eyebrow when he grinned from ear to ear.

"I AM ZIM-merman, Jeffery Zimmerman." Zim or Jeffery told her, luckily catching himself.

Taken back by his sudden half outburst, Gaz only blinked at first. The moment hung in awkward silence; they smiled at each other then looked away. The instructor strode in; his reading glasses tucked into his green polo pocket, tan cargo shorts rising to mid knee when he sat at the table that resided in front of the classroom. He placed his books down besides his sitting form and smiled at the classroom above his beard. He combed back his receding hairline, dirty blond hair drifting away. "Good morning, I am your INSTRUCTOR, Jerry Modica." He sprang up and wrote his name in black expo marker on the whiteboard. Under his name he wrote "Instructor" and "Teacher" next to each other and smirked, "Now, let's start with some critical thinking."

Zim-Jeffery, smirked, he was entertained by this human's methods. Unlike Skool and Hi-skool, these Humans were learning to think for themselves. One girl hazarded a guess, "A Teacher teaches and an Instructor instructs?" the blonde with brown eyes and bubblegum pink t-shirt stuttered under the Instructor's neutral gaze. He shook his head with a smile and motioned to the class. Zim-Jeffery crossed his arms with a scoff, Humans, what is wrong with them, this is so simple!

"To teach is forced, to instruct is to guide." Gaz answered, looking up through her bangs and eyelashes. Zim-Jeffery smirked with the Instructor.

"Very good-…?" Jerry set her up for her name.

"Gazalene Membrane."

Gazalene? Zim-Jeffery played with the name in his mind, I think I like that better than Gaz. Class went on, and they went over the course manual and the Six Categories of Culture. Zim-Jeffery took his time scanning his surroundings. Circling the room was various paintings, mostly from the Renaissance period. The Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci, The School of Athens by Raphael, and posters of Athens and Delphi, it was fitting to say the least. Then Maps of the "Ancient" World throughout history, they tickled Zim as his dazed eyes went to the rather drab gray carpet at his feet past the faux wooden table they sat at. Humans think they're so old, he mused to himself, a chuckle escaping his lips. He received Gaz's inquiring glance before she retired back to the papers before her.

After class Gaz walked behind Zim, she had a paper with her number clutched in her hand. She shoved her paper at him when they were outside, Zim-Jeffery gawked at the paper as if it were going to jump up and dance in his palm. Gaz was staring at her screen next to the patch of green in the center court, encircled by the different "E" buildings like a Spanish Pueblo complete with a running fountain of cursed water dead center of the tables and chairs. "It's my number, he said we should exchange numbers with someone we think will be a good study buddy, and you seem fairly intelligent, so there it is. Text me." She stated blankly before trailing off to her next class across the small courtyard.

Zim smirked, a glint in his eyes as his eyes lingered on her swaying hips, her backpack just above her buttocks. "Well, I guess Zim has gotten better at being normal." He announced to no one in particular. A girl shot him a strange look as she walked by, accidently eavesdropping on him as she walked by. "I'm Normal!" he shouted after her, turning on his heels to head to the café inside the Student Mall to his right.

Gaz rolled the gray chair away from the mundane almost yellow faux wooden table that mirrored the one in her previous class next to Dib, who now had his aviators atop his head and poking his eye to adjust his contacts. "Still getting used to them Dipstick?" Gaz questioned him, laughing when he accidently poked his eyes in abrupt shock at her voice.

"Why do you have to call me that Gaz?" he whined, blinking a few times.

"Because you are one, Dipstick"

"It's weird how you tested into 102; I never thought I would be shown up by my little sister." Dib told her, smiling sweetly.

She shrugged, "Maybe if you weren't so focused on figuring out where Zim went off to then you would have done better on the placement testing." She turned off her game once more, turning her attention to the woman loading a page on the smart board. Gaz zoned out when Dib began to whisper about the Professor being hot and how she must be into the paranormal to due to her taste in books. Gaz thought, It's strange how I felt like I knew him, Jeffery. She fingered the Game Slave in her pocket, she smirked to herself, and maybe she'd invite him over. She gasped when her LG cell phone vibrated in her other pocket. She slipped it out, peeking her eyes over her purple tendrils before sliding the screen up to unlock it to the number on the screen. She opened the message and read:

Hello Gazalene, It's Jeffery, I was wondering if you wanted to play some video games sometime?

Speak of the devil. She was slightly bemused when she felt her stomach flutter a little, but shrugged it off. She checked to see the professor still yacking about whatever it was glaring off the smart board and Dib drooling hopelessly at her petite body. She rolled her eyes before responding:

That sounds great Jeffery, want to come over tonight? Or Tomorrow night, it's just me and my brother in our two bedroom apartment, I can give you directions.

Zim smirked upon reading her response on his own type of cellphone disguised as an android. "Yes, Gaz-human, let me come over and see what Dib-Worm has been doing for the past two years." He answered:

That'd be great! Can I come by around 7pm?

She answered several minutes later with a simple yes. He didn't pry right away for her address, figuring she would text him to it later. He begrudgingly bit into the peanut butter sandwich GIR had made for him. He had another hour to before going to his next class; he was enticed by this one Human Biology and Sexuality. This would prove extremely useful in his research. "I'll see you soon Dib-Worm."