Slow Progress, Quick Changes

That same day, 9:02 O'clock

It was form time, the teacher, Mr. Molloy, had finished the register and was now letting the pupils chat until 9:10 as always. Sometimes he interacted with the class, however It was usually to make a sarcastic comment. However, he was Dib's favourite teacher.

There are 16 tables in the form room-which also doubles as a science room- all neatly placed. Dib sat on the back table on the right side of the room, Zim sat at the front of the column (two tables in between them), however that column was just theirs. No one sat near them, because they were different, the rest sat on the left side of the room, nearer to where the teachers computer was. The benefit of this seating plan was that they can communicate by throwing papers at each other with messages written one another without getting caught so easily. Occasionally they talked, however It was always to piss each other off.

The classroom was so indulged in their idle chatting that they didn't notice Zim walking into room, looking worn out and tired. Dib smirked, immediately scribbling into his note pad, ripping the paper out, crunching it up and throwing it at Zim's head when he sat down.

Why so late Zimmy?

'Wonder what his excuse Is this time,' Dib thought.

In a matter of seconds, Zim was jotting his answer on the paper, scrunching it up and aiming for Dib's glasses.

None of your concern.

Zim's writing was just enough for Dib to decipher, remembering that he does have claws and that his native language was probably suited for his claws. Naturally, Zim's claws have crossed Dib's mind from time to time.

Again, Dib scribbled down another curious question and chucked it over to the burned out extra terrestrial and In which Zim inspected, jotted an answer and through back. The pattern continued for the whole entire form time.

C'mon space boy, tell me~

I said It Is non of your concern you waste of oxygen.

Don't be harsh now, It's just a question...

Exactly, just a question, don't fan girl over my physical state of fatigue. It's disturbing.

I can see someone brought their dark cloud in today, what's pissed you off? Failed experiment? Like always. Almost got caught? Like always. Your Tallest didn't want you any more? Wouldn't blame them~

Shut up.

As the bell rung signalling first lesson, the note passing ended, with Zim more pissed off than this morning, and Dib more curious with this attitude.

Zim and Dib only shared a few lessons together, they were History, R.E and Art. When it came to lessons such as Science, Maths and English, Dib was top set, as for Zim, he was skimming average.

First lesson was History, and the pair walked miserably to their designated classroom. The pair sat down, with a seat in between them. Even if no one wanted to work with them, doesn't mean they were willing to work with each other without a squabble.

"As a warm up, who can tell me where and why Mussolini invaded?" The teacher, Miss Dale, scanned the room briefly before setting her eyes on the green boy in the class room, scowling silently at the desk covered in permanent scribbles of profanity.
"Zim, you tell me."

Zim looked up, and immediately answered without any flaws in his dialect.
"Mussolini invaded Abyssinia due to the lack of supplies In Italy because of the wall street crash."

"Very good, now tell me-"

"Japan invaded Manchuria because of the same reason." Briefly, Miss Dale was shocked before appraising Zim with a dull 'good answer' before returning to her computer, preparing for the lesson. Zim had endured the same questions and answers now for the whole summer term that he could teach the lesson himself.
For the rest of the lesson, Zim ignored the teacher and the filthy humans around him and scribbled in his History book, writing such things as 'humans are pitiful' and 'stupid Woodrow', all the while thinking about Dib's proposal.

In fact, Dib's proposal plagued his thoughts for the entire day.

Later, In the afternoon, 17:47 O'clock

If Zim could feel more superior, It would be at this present moment. He finally found the sneaky camera, after a month of constantly being watched, he finally found the fucker. Dib was pretty clever with this plan, he disguised it so It looked like it was apart of this DVD system that was apart of the house design, either way, simple Human thinking couldn't get past Zim's knowledge. Zim was making high quality camera's before Dib's parental units were even born.

He looked at what seem to be the lens, before crushing It with a death grip of his sharp claws, a faint buzzing and crunching noise emitting from the brutally murder camera. Pieces of plastic and wires fell hopelessly onto the floor, It satisfied Zim, feeling a little calm knowing the Dib-shit couldn't perv on his superior self.

Suddenly, the phone rung from it's holder, the annoying, loud sound piercing Zim's sensitive antennae. He seriously needed to upgrade the low technology, screeching device. With a quick swift of a claw, Zim answered the phone with a sneer.

"What?" Zim couldn't help but let the venom leak from his words, knowing full well who It was.

There was a pause for a few seconds before the voice at the other line piped up.

"I see you found my camera."

"Pretty clever how you hid It, but nothing lasts forever-"

Dib didn't even bother to wait for Zim to finish his gloating.

"About my proposal, did you think about it?" Dib was grinning against the phone, no matter the outcome, he was getting a good bargain. If Zim opposes to his proposal, Zim will be on a autopsy table in no time. However, if he accepts, Dib will get the experience of a life time, to get off Earth, and explore the Massive.

The green skinned alien stopped In his tracks, this proposal has been plaguing his mind since this morning, It's very distracting, and Zim couldn't figure what was worse, his own death by the humans, or death by trial by his own race. Even though Zim has drifted his intentions away from fully pleasing the Tallest and proving he's the best, he still didn't want to face trial because he was caught with a weakling human. Zim figured It was too late to start thinking about priorities at this present moment.

"Well?" Dib's voice sound exasperated, inpatient even. Did It really mean that much to him?

'What's the worst that could happen? I can fix anything that comes my way.' A quick mental pep talk In Zim's head immediately reassured him of his answer, he hasn't even said it, yet he's regretting it dearly already.

"...Fine. I accept your damned proposal, but I am not responsible for your own death. You get your self in trouble, I'm not helping. I'm not about to risk my life on the line just for yours." The words stung as they escaped Zim's mouth, a large lump forming at the back of his throat. He could practically feel the tear of his PAK.

A few seconds of silence pass before Dib responded. "Excellent," The human sounded sly and mischievous, "I will put a hold on the E-mail of you without your disguise on, I can't simply delete the file, I have to make sure you go through with this, Zimmy."

"You're making It harder for me not to send you flailing In out of space," Zim's voice was raspy and low, he may not be evident in his voice, but Zim could feel stress take over his like powerful waves, imaging all the possibility's the Dib-shit could do that leads both of them-more importantly Zim- into a early grave.

With that, Zim put the phone back into It's holder, there was no need to carry on a conversation that had been sorted.

He was going to take Dib to the massive.

What if he messes up? What if he gets caught? What If the Tallest wonder why Zim came to visit?

"Fuck," The extra terrestrial whispered as he lightly clutched his head, pulling the stupid wig off and rubbing his skin, in a vain attempt to calm the on coming head ache.