A/N: I have returned! And with a second chapter to my fic! Well I hope you are all ready for plenty of angst in the next couple of chapters cause that's how it's going to be for a little while before I get to the ZADR love. But rest assured that it won't be too long. I want to get right into it so let's begin, shall we? Enjoy! Disclaimer: Nope! I still don't own anybody! Only the plot:P
The class dragged on for what seemed like hours, but, in fact, had only been a few minutes. The class was only supposed to be 45 minutes, but Zim found himself looking up at the clock every five minutes that passed and then back at the sleeping Dib. Patience was one of Zim's weak points, and he couldn't stand waiting for answers. When he had a question, he wanted it answered quickly and simply. He had planned on asking the Dib his many questions as soon as they were excused to their next class, but he couldn't take it any longer.
He wanted his answers now! Not later. He began rummaging through a small sack of items he had started carrying around to hold papers and books. After a few moments of this, he found what he had been searching for and brought forth a clean, blank piece of paper. Using a pencil he had at his desk, he began to scribble a few notes down on it. Before he could finish, however, the tip of his sharp pencil snapped.
Looking at the broken pencil and then to the pencil sharpener on the wall near Dib, a new plan began to formulate in his mind. Without a send thought, he raised his hand to the teacher. The teacher scowled at him for a brief moment before asking him what he wanted. " What is it that you want, Zim?!"
Zim pointed at his pencil as he asked quickly and simply, " I broke my pencil. Can I go sharpen it, sir?"
The teacher growled at him a bit. "FINE! But hurry up!" Zim nodded his head and made his way over to the sharpener on the wall.
Dib didn't stir as Zim approached closer to his desk. Zim casually began to sharpen his pencil, waiting for the teacher to turn back toward the board to continue his lecture which had been so rudely interrupted. When Zim was sure the teacher's attention was completely back to his lesson and not on him, he turned to tap Dib on his shoulder. However, before he could complete this action, something else caught his eye first. A devious smile spread across his face as he noticed the CD player sitting on Dib's desk. Without hesitation, his first instinct was to grab the device which was in his reach. His eyes fell to the volume button that tempted him evilly. Of course, he pushed the button repeatedly to increase the volume of the music Dib was listening to.
The sudden blast from his headphones caused Dib to fall out of his seat with a loud scream as his eyes snapped wide open. He landed with a "thump" on the ground while tossing the headphones off in one swift motion. He looked around in confusion for a few seconds before realizing what had happened. His confusion quickly turned to embarrassment when he heard all the kids in his class burst into laughter at the disruption he had caused. Then he noticed Zim, laughing the loudest and holding his CD player. His face blushed a deep shade of red, more from anger than anything else. In a matter of seconds, Dib found himself back up on his feet, facing Zim. Grabbing the front of Zim's shirt, he shoved the small Irken Invader up against the wall, his pak making a "clack" sound as it connected with the wall in back of him.
He squirmed about in Dib's grip, his lower back uncomfortably pressed up against the pencil sharpener. The sudden lunge had surprised Zim, but he stopped struggling and smirked evilly at the reaction he was getting out of Dib. He shifted around a moment longer before bringing his hands down to rest on Dib's as he relaxed. Dib tightened his grip on Zim's shirt as he began yelling at the smiling alien that narrowed his eyes on him. "ZIM! What the hell did you do that for?!" Zim just chuckled to himself.
"What's the matter, Dibstink? I thought you enjoyed listening to loud music." Dib glared and pulled back a fist, preparing to punch Zim's face.
"You bastard..." Before he could connect with Zim's face, however, a hand came forward to stop Dib's punch. A strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him aside, away from Zim, who slumped a bit against the wall. Dib turned his head to see none other than his teacher looming beside him.
"Dib! Zim! I'll have no fighting in my classroom!" He pointed out the door. "Dib, you go sit outside in the hallway, and I'll deal with you later! Zim, you take your seat, and I'll be giving you extra homework tonight!" Zim straightened himself and marched back over to his seat. Dib bent back down to pick up his belongings and stuff them in his backpack before proceeding to walk out of the class.
However, Dib had different plans. He walked out into the hallway, but instead of taking a seat on the tile floor and leaning back against a locker, he headed down the hallway, away from the classroom. Zim sat silently for the remainder of the class time. After the last ten minutes were up, he quickly stepped outside in search of Dib. Disappointed to find him gone, Zim went to his next class slowly.
He entered his history class silently, taking his seat near the front row. Thinking Dib had left school grounds, he was surprised to see him stroll in five minutes later. He glared at Zim when he asked where he had gone. Dib, still fuming over what had happened in Algebra class, refused to answer. He simply held out his middle finger to Zim before taking his seat. Zim gasped at the rude gesture being directed at him. The mighty ZIM! He would show the little wormbaby what he thought of him.
Without thinking, Zim jumped out of his seat and stomped over to Dib in rage. He grabbed the first thing that caught his eye; Dib's hair, and pulled him up to eye level with himself. " I don't know what your problem is lately, Dib-human, but whatever the hell it is, just get over it already! Your only problem should be ME, because I will destroy you!" he was now screaming into Dib's face. Dib, who was getting annoyed with Zim, swatted his hand away and also began arguing back.
"FUCK YOU, ZIM! It's none of your damn business what I do when you're not around!" Before Zim could come back with an argument, a female voice was raised at the front of the room.
"Now, now, children. No more fighting. Zim, get back to your seat please." Zim and Dib looked up at the front of the room from where the source of the voice had come from. In front of a white board stood a young lady in a skirt that fell to her knees and a nice blue sweater. She had beautiful, curly red hair that didn't fall too far past her shoulders. She was one of the few nice teachers the skool had to offer. Zim obeyed without another word.
The teacher turned to write some notes on the board before turning to start her lesson on the Civil War. With a dull look on his face, Dib raised his hand before she really had a chance to begin speaking. "Yes, Dib?" He pointed out the door and asked.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" she nodded her head.
"Yes, alright. But do be quick about it. You can't afford to miss this material. It will be on your next test." Dib nodded his head slightly, thanked her, and then headed out of the class with his backpack hanging from one shoulder. Zim sat at his desk, his head in his hands. He squinted one eye while the other watched him leave attentively. He was still quite curious as to what the Dib did during his many trips to the bathroom. He would have followed after him had it not been a rule that only one person be in the bathroom at a time. So he just watched lazily, knowing he would have to come up with a different way of figuring out what he wanted to know.
Dib hurried down the hall, throwing open the door to the bathroom as he entered. His first priority was to check all the stalls and make absolutely sure that he was alone. When he saw that nobody else was in the room, he made his way over to a mirror over a sink. He looked into one that was cracked a bit and turned on some water as he did so. As he let the sink fill with water, he looked at his eyes in the reflection before him. They were tired and drooping. Taking some of the water in his hands, he began to splash some over his face.
He was trying to clear his mind from all other thoughts. He found this to be near to impossible, and he held his head trying to get rid of the reoccurring, disturbing thought he had been having for almost 6 months now. "Dib. Nobody cares for you. You're a screw up in life. Nobody believes a word you say, and the only one who does, still mocks you just as much as those fools around you. Don't go on living in this world of unbelievers. Come to me, and you'll finally be happy." the gentle voice of death would whisper to him in his ear.
"No." he shook his head slightly. Of course, he had no plans of killing himself but harming himself was another matter. He rolled up his sleeves slowly, revealing scars and fresh cuts all along his arms. Some wounds were healing while others were fresh and held dried up blood on them. Dib had been cutting himself mercilessly since the end of summer, sometimes used as a way to get relief from his hectic life, other times just because he felt he deserved it.
At home, he would shed more blood than was necessary to knock himself out for a few hours. He would never try that stunt at skool though. The last thing he wanted was to be found passed out on the floor of the boys' bathroom. They would probably send him to an asylum to help cure him of his "problem." It was already bad enough that he had to see a skool counselor for other problems he was already having. The cutting himself was something he wanted to keep to himself. He always made sure to be very careful with his incisions and keep the flow of blood under control by not cutting too deep.
A/N: Well I hope you all enjoyed the angsty Dib. It's only going to get worse before it gets better but you'll just have to wait and see. Hope you all enjoyed my second chapter. Well, I'm off to go type up the next chapters and post as much as I can this weekend. So expect quick updates from me!
