Hatred Makes the Heart Grow Colder

AN: This takes place when Dib and Zim are seniors in high 'skool'.

Disclaimer: Do you honestly believe that I own Invader Zim? That's what I thought.

Dib slowly walked towards the door of the skool building. Taunts and insults filled his ears. Years had passed and Zim had yet to take over the world or even come close for that matter. However that meant that people still didn't believe Dib and with every day the teasing grew worse. As he reached the doors the feeling of being watched came over him. He turned around but nobody was there. Shrugging it off as paranoia he turned back around and walked into the skool.

She cautiously looked back over the ledge of the roof across the street from the skool. He had almost seen her. That would not have been good. She stood up and brushed herself off. Short blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail with two strands falling to frame her face. A pair of sunglasses hid turquoise eyes. A velvety cloak covered a black skintight shirt, which read 'The truth is out there but you didn't hear it from me' and black leather pants. A spiked dog collar was around her neck and large silver hoops dangled from her ears. She had been watching Dib as she had been doing for the last two years. It amazed her how much he had changed in the two short years. Not only was he now handsome but also the weight of the daily insults was beginning to show. Before long he would crack and when he did she would be there to help him with the revenge he would seek. Against his classmates and against Zim. She jumped off of the roof and walked towards her house. She was home schooled and her classes didn't start for almost another hour. Plenty of time for breakfast. She quickened her pace and within no time was home. She grabbed the mail, began to shuffle through it, and pushed open the door to the small apartment with her hip. Her mother looked up as she entered the kitchen. "Back already? Well have some waffles." She smiled at her mother for a moment and sat down at the table. "He is getting closer to losing it. Are you sure that your calculations were correct?" Her mother sighed and massaged her temples. "I was a guess you can never be sure about a guess. Now eat up. You have a long day in front of you Kam."

AN: So are you interested? Should I write more? Let me know.