Green Eyes
~unicornguts
These "Arts & Crafts" are infuriating.
Zim looks at his failed macaroni art with a scowl, pieces of it scattered all across his desk, his fingers sticking together from the all the wasted glue. Zim's gaze lingers on his paper, he probably shouldn't have tried anyway - stupid humans and their macaroni. Zim's attention is broken by an irritating sound coming from the left side of the classroom, he glances lazily to the side and feigns indifference.
The irritating sound is coming from Dib. Stupid Dib-stink. That sound is the sound of laughter - how aggravating. Zim fantasies about pouring glue down Dib's small throat, he snickers a little too loud and it earns him a suspicious glare from another classmate. His eyes shift back to Dib, who seems oddly happy scribbling something on a scrap piece of paper. Dib turns his head and exchanges a few words with someone.
Zim blinks, Dib seems to be socializing with a female, Zim's insides clench together in annoyance. Since when is he popular? The girl flips her hair over her shoulder and giggles at Dib. Zim's eye twitches involuntarily, Dib seems to be enjoying the attention too much.
It's when her hand brushes against Dib's that Zim decides to step in.
Zim marches up to the table and slams his hands down onto it, causing both occupants to jump up and gawk. Zim stares at the startled girl as if he wants to eat her. After a few minutes of just staring stupidly - Dib relaxes a bit.
"What do you want, Zim?" Dib sneers as Zim takes a few minutes to unclench his jaw.
"SILENCE!" Zim screeches, leaning forward so that their faces are almost touching. Dib's cheeks turn cherry red. "What do you think your doing?" He hisses, pointed finger jabbing him sharply in the chest.
"What does it look like? I was just-" Dib was cut off by another jab, Zim glares as if accusing Dib with horrible crime. "Stop poking me!"
"Hey!" The girl interjects, yanking at the fabric of Zim's attire. "Why don't you just get lost, freak?"
This is when Zim flips the table over, causing Dib to jump back and the girl's back to hit the floor. Zim ends up on top of her, watching as she squirmed violently.
"Listen to me, MONKEY," Zim growls, "The Dib is MINE, do you hear me? MIIIIIINE!" He scratches the air a few inches from her face. Dib's eyes are as wide as dinner plates, his shaky hands fumbling to fix his glasses. Zim's abnormal tongue rolls out of his mouth to wiggle in front of the terrified girl's face as he hissed, he grabs the purple sharpie that was conveniently placed beside her.
It all happened so fast, Zim throwing himself at Dib, flashes of purple, a weird sensation spreading across his face.
Ms. Bitters claims the scene with slight amusement.
When Dib got home that day, he slams the door and throws his bag aside with a huff. Gaz looks up from her Game Slave.
PROPERTY OF ZIM
Gaz laughs so hard she almost cries.