I was hurting. I was in pain. I don't know why...but I ran straight to Dib. He held me as I cried in his arms. and when my disguise fell off, he didn't say anything. I fell asleep in his arms, and when I woke...I was in his bed. I went out the window and left.

*next day at skool*

"Hey Zim!" Tak called from behind me.

"What Tak?" I said, turning around to face her. She smiled, opening her mouth to say something when there was a loud scream coming from the boy's locker room.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" Gaz screamed and about 6 boys ran from her. She was in a rage. She stopped over to me and shoved a finger in my face. "This is the last time I save you from embarrassment you idiot!" she stomped away.

I turned back to Tak. She just gaped at me. I shrugged and motioned for her to speak.

"Anyways...I just wanted to tell you that Dib was saying something about asking his girl to prom!" as she said those words, Dib rounded the corner and looked at me. My face burned.

"Oh...that's cool." I said, shoving my hands into my pockets. Dib walked past us without looking at me. I don't blame him.

"So...are YOU going to ask anyone?" Tak asked, nudging me with her elbow. I shrugged.

"Probably not...why?" I replied she shrugged back and waved. She ran through the groups of people to her class. I watched her go. Like I could ask anyone to go with me. No one would say yes. Besides, I have more important problems to deal with.

"Sup, gay wad?" a voice said from behind me before shoving me to the ground. Speaking about problems.

"What do you want Max?" I said, rolling over so I could get up. He put a foot on my chest.

"Nothing. Just saying sup." He removed his foot and kicked my side before walking away. Mrs. Burns walked in and looked at me.

"Get up Zim." she said, motioning for me to go to my seat.

I sighed and did as she said. I brushed off the papers that littered my desk. Most of which were hate letters from guys and girls saying I should kill myself. I've been getting a lot of those lately. No one no's for sure if I'm gay or not, they just assume it. It's true, yes...but I don't want them to know that.

I don't mind it when people yell at me in the halls. I don't mind being punched in the face repeatedly because of who I chose to love. I don't mind it when they glare at me. The only thing I do mind is the fact he hates me. He doesn't know that I love him, so I guess that's a good thing. I considered moving, but I decided I'd miss Dib too much.

My mind wanders to yesterday, when they were beating me. They kept screaming for me to kill myself. There was so much blood. They were waiting for me to cry. I never did. Not until they left. Then I cried, and I got up. I ran over to his house...I didn't knock on the door, I ran over to where he usually sat and read after skool, and there he was. I told him everything.

"Zim? Can you answer the question?" Mrs. Burns asked, staring at me.

"X=42." I answered, knowing I was right. My brain is able to multitask, sometimes it's great...sometimes it pisses me off. She nods and I go back to daydreaming.

Why does it hurt so much to know he will never love me? How come I can't get over him like I should be able to? I've got to forget about all this stupid stuff. The bell rings and I gather my stuff. I start to walk out the door, when Max trips me and I dump all my stuff all over some unfortunate guy. I look up to find it's Dib. He just looks at me and walks over my stuff. I pick it all up again.

"Zim! Are you ok?" Tak yells as she runs over and helps me pick up all my things. She looks at one picture and her jaw drops. I snatch the paper from her and look at it. My face burns and I rip it to pieces. I stand up and walk to my next class, leaving Tak sitting on the floor in shock.

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what's the picture of? Dib? Or is it just a random picture? Find out in the next chapter