Zim, Gaz, Dib, and Tak were all sitting inside the Principal's office, said Principal sitting in his chair before them with his fingers held together and his eyes closed. After a few moments of silence, he opened his eyes to glare at them all.
"Now, from the beginning, what happened?" he asked in a calmer voice. That immediately faded when Zim and Dib began to shout at the same time. "ONE AT A TIME!" boomed his voice inside the tiny office, silencing both boys. He took a deep breath before exhaling to calm himself, then looked at Zim. "Zim. You start. And you stay quiet!" he immediately finished when Dib opened his mouth to protest.
"Gladly." Zim said with a smile. "I was merely eating my normal lunch like I do everyday before the dirt child Dib here decided to throw meat at my MIGHTY head!"
"I told you-" Dib started before the Principal glared at him, silently telling him to wait until he was addressed to speak.
"After which," Zim continued. "I simply wished to return his lunch in the same way he gave it to me."
"So you admit that you threw it at him." the Principal summed up before turning to Dib. "And you. Why exactly did you throw it in the first place?"
"I'm telling you, I didn't do it!" Dib stated. "It was the new kid."
"The new student that I hear likes to lick desks, blow up experiments, and backsass teachers?" asked the Principal.
"That's him." all four of them said in unison. The Principal hummed for a moment before hitting a button on his desk while adjusting a microphone and clearing his throat.
"Attention students! Attention!" he spoke over the P.A. system. "This is the Principal speaking! I want our newest student, Dim, report to my office immediately! That is all!" He then clicked another button to switch off the device and looked at the other four. "I believe we'll need to hear his side of the story to understand everything in full." They all waited for a minute or so before a female voice came over the intercom.
"Principal Orum. Dim is here."
"Send him in." said the Principal. Shortly after, Derrick walked in with a big grin on his face.
"Hello!" he said while waving at everyone.
"Have a seat." said Orum as he gestured him to an empty seat. Derrick grinned and sat down lotus style on the seat.
"Hello again." Derrick said as he looked to the others, who angrily glared back at him.
"I've called you here in regards to the food fight earlier." said Orum.
"I know exactly what happened." Derrick said as he reached under his sweat band.
"Pray tell. What happened?" Orum asked.
"No point in telling you," Derrick said before he pulled out a small circular disc from his sweat band and flung it at the Principal. The disc stuck to Orum's forehead for a moment before his body began to spaz, then fall asleep on his desk. "Seeing as you won't remember the last thirty minutes." Derrick then proceeded to take the disc from the Principal's head and place it back under his sweat band.
"What the- What'd you just do?!" Dib asked as he and the other three stared in shock. Derrick only grinned before walking to the door.
"If I were you, I'd be gone by the time he wakes up." was all he said before leaving the room. The others just stared at the door, then at their sleeping Principal.
"Well, I'm leaving." Gaz simply said before standing up and leaving. She was shortly joined by the other three as they left the office and went to their next class. One which they all had the discomfort of sharing. Physical Education.
-Moments later-
Gaz and Tak walked out of the Girl's Locker Room and into the Gymnasium before joining their group wearing gym uniforms of white shirts and black shorts. Tak's uniform fit perfectly, while Gaz's was snug on her body, earning glances from the boys around her. She shot a glare at them to get them to stop before waiting with her group, which was just of her, Tak, Zim, and Dib.
"Care to explain why you're upset?" Tak asked Zim and Dib when she noticed their scowls.
"Wait for it." Dib said as he stared at the door they came in. A moment passed before another teen walked in, dressed in a gym uniform.
"Are you serious?" Gaz asked in disbelief when she saw Derrick walk towards them.
"Hello again." Derrick said with a smile while they glared at him.
"ALRIGHT MAGGOTS!" shouted their gym teacher, a beefy middle-aged ex-Army man with his eyes covered by a blue hat. "TODAY'S ACTIVITY TO TRAIN YOUR SOFT, SQUISHY BODIES IS A PERSONAL FAVORITE OF MINE!" He grinned as he held up a red ball to his face. "DODGEBALL!"
"Oh no." one of the kids squeeked before they all looked at Gaz. They all began praying that they would be on the same team as her. Or at least that she was in a good mood today.
"SPLIT INTO TWO TEAMS!" yelled the teacher before looking up at Derrick. "NEW KID! STEP FORWARD!"
"Okay." Derrick said before stepping forward with a grin.
"HOPE YOU'RE NOT TOO FOND OF THAT GRIN OF YOURS, BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO BE WIPED OFF YOUR FACE!" yelled the teacher. "IN MY CLASS, SMILING MEANS THAT YOU'RE HAPPY! AND THAT MEANS YOU'RE NOT MISERABLE! AND THAT MEANS YOU'RE NOT EXERCISING HARD ENOUGH! SO HERE'S WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO! NEW KID HERE IS TEAM A! ALL YOU OTHER MAGGOTS ARE TEAM B!" Smirks and dark chuckles came from the other 37 kids, all of them ready to bean the unlucky new kid. None more so than the four that he had met moments ago. "REMEMBER THE RULES! IF YOU ARE HIT BY THE BALL, YOU ARE OUT! IF YOU CATCH A BALL, THE THROWER IS OUT! IF THE BALL IS KNOCKED OUT OF YOUR HAND VIA ANOTHER BALL, YOU ARE OUT! NOW ALL OF YOU GET TO YOUR DESIGNATED SPOT SO WE CAN BEGIN!" Derrick went to one side while everyone else moved to the other side. Resting on the line was two dozen red dodgeballs for today's game. Everyone waited calmly for the teacher to start the game as the man stepped off to the side and brought his whistle to his lips.
FWEEEEEEEE!
The kids all took off to grab a ball before rushing back away from the line, while Derrick merely stood still and watched with a smirk.
"This is gonna be fun." Tak muttered under her breath with a grin as she and most of the kids began to throw their dodgeballs at Derrick. Derrick's grin never faltered as he began to dance, jump, flip, dive, and weave around each shot, his body flexing around like a giant bendy straw.
"Is he dodging or dancing?"
"Dang! I can't hit him!"
"Stop moving around and let us hit you!" Derrick stuck his tongue out before slapping his ass at them, taunting them all.
"Haha! Can't hit me!" he yelled.
"FEEL THE WRATH OF ZIM!" Zim shouted as he put everything into it and threw his ball at Derrick. Everyone watched as the ball sped toward him with a grin as Derrick stood there. The ball was about an inch from his face...then missed. The kids had no idea what happened, but they weren't as confused as the ones who saw exactly what happend. Gaz, Zim, Tak, and Dib saw Derrick tilt his head at the last second to avoid the ball before moving it back, letting the ball smack into the wall behind him. "YOU DARE DODGE?!"
"It's Dodgeball." said Derrick in a calm voice as he picked up one of the balls. "I guess it's my turn now?"
"HA!" laughed one of the kids. "Good luck hitti-"
SMACK!
Everything looked almost in slow motion as the ball slammed into the kid's face. The poor kid's face twisted and bent funny as his feet slowly left the ground. The kid's body soared to the back wall, where it smacked head first into the wall so hard, it left an imprint of his body on it. The kid fell to the ground and just laid there, teeth broken, blood dripping from his nose, and his eyes twitching.
"...ow." he quietly moaned from where he lay. The other kids slowly looked back to Derrick, who was now tossing another ball up and down in one hand, and dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes.
"So," he said as he held the ball up. "Who's next?" Nobody said anything after a few moments, so Derrick shrugged and turned away from them all. "How about we just let fate decide?" he asked before chucking the ball over his shoulder. A cry of pain told him that he had hit someone before turning to see a girl holding her sides and lying on the floor in pain. "Anybody else?" he asked before looking around. "No? Alright then! START DODGING!" And with that, he began to pick up and throw the dodgeballs with amazing speed and accuracy, dwindling the other teams numbers down to four familiar faces. "Sheesh!" he exclaimed as he looked at the other side. Nearly everyone was either knocked out or groaning in pain. "It's called Dodgeball, yet none of you can dodge?"
"Hey! We're still here!" Dib shouted.
"I'm amazed I missed you." Derrick chuckled. "What with that big head of yours." Despite the pain, the other kids couldn't help but chuckle as well.
"It's not big!" Dib shouted in protest before throwing the ball, only for Derrick to jump, flip, grab the ball in mid-air, and throw it back at Dib, where it smacked his glasses right off his face.
"Many down, three to go!" Derrick said while the others looked at Dib. Gaz's expression was stony while Zim laughed his head off. Tak however was furious. She gripped the ball so tightly that it nearly burst in her hands before whipping her head around towards Derrick. A growl escaped her throat before she flung the ball at him. Her scowl deepened when Derrick caught the ball, which took her out of the game. Now it was Dim Vs. Zim and Gaz. "You ready to admit defeat?"
"NEVER!" Zim yelled dramatically. "ZIM WILL NEVER ADMIT DEFEAT TO THE LIKES OF-" *BAM* -a ztupid new kid like yous!" Zim finished before falling onto his face, a dodgeball landing next to him.
"You okay?" Derrick asked as Zim shook his head and got up.
"I can still fight! Bring me a dodgeball!" Zim yelled.
"ZIM! YOU HAVE BEEN TAKEN OUT OF THE GAME! GET OFF TO THE SIDES NOW!" yelled the Gym Teacher. Zim looked at the teacher with anger in his eyes before marching off to the sidelines with the rest of the class, leaving Gaz by herself on the field.
"You've haven't touched a single dodgeball since the game started." Derrick pointed out. "Don't want to play or something?"
"No." Gaz said before reaching down and picking up a dodgeball, a small smile on her lips. "I just wanted to take you our personally."
"Oh, this is gonna be good." one of the kids said as the all waited to see Gaz legally hurt Derrick. Zim, Tak, and Dib all watched with grins as Gaz threw the ball at a blinding speed, catching Derrick off guard. He barely had time to avoid the ball as he ducked, letting the ball whiz just above his head and smack into the wall so hard that it not only burst, it managed to leave a massive crack in the wall.
"Yikes." Derrick muttered before he turned to see Gaz throw another one. "AH!" he yelled as he jumped away, leaving the ball to suffer the same fate as the last one.
"MEMBRANE! I ADMIRE THE NEED TO EXERT PHYSICAL PROWESS, BUT THAT'S SCHOOL PROPERTY! PULL BACK BEFORE YOU DESTROY ANY MORE DODGEBALLS OR THE WHOLE WALL!" yelled the teacher.
"Hmph. Guess you get to live." Gaz grumbled before she threw another ball.
"You wouldn't be the first one who wanted me dead, and you won't be the last." Derrick declared before he picked up another ball and launched it at her. She dodged before launching another ball herself. The whole gymansium shortly became a battlefield after that, with Derrick and Gaz launching dogdeball after dodgeball at each other. The other kids in class had to keep dodging once again despite already being taken out earlier as their battle went out of control. Neither combatant gained or lost an inch as they kept throwing and dodging dodgeballs.
"Okay. I'm impressed." Tak said as she watched them.
"This Derrick person appears to be a worthy opponent if he can keep up with Little Gaz." Zim added. "Especially since they've been at this for most of the class period."
"He's only alive because she's actually having fun." Dib said, having seen the faint smile creep to her lips. It was true. Gaz was actually having fun fighting against Derrick, even if it was a dumb game like dodgeball. "She'll get serious in a moment."
"Hmm." Tak hummed before she noticed the behavior of some of the other kids. They were either smiling or grinning, a tint of red on each of their cheeks. She followed their line of sight before she rolled her eyes. They were staring at Gaz, mostly her sweat soaked shirt , as she jumped and dodged around during the game. "Pfft. Perverts."
"What?" Dib asked before looking at what she was looking at. First the men, then at his sister. His eyes widened, then narrowed in rage before glaring at them. "Hey! Stop staring at my sister!"
"Shut up!" one of them barked.
"Yeah! Mind your own business!"
"No one else in this school, or this city, has a rack like hers!" Dib grit his teeth after that remark as he glared at them, wanting nothing more than to break their teeth.
'Rack?' Zim thought as he stared at Gaz. 'I see nothing of the sort on her.'
"Leave them alone," Tak said at once. "Besides, staring from this far is all they can hope to achieve. Anything more is completely out of their reach." Now it was their turn to grit their teeth in anger while she smirked at them.
"Are you saying we have no chance with her?!" one of them growled.
"Pfft. Anyone with eyes can tell you have no chance with any woman." Tak scoffed.
"Why you little-"
FWEEEEEEEEE!
"ALRIGHT! TIME IS UP!" yelled the teacher, stopping the teen from finishing his sentence. Everyone turned to see Gaz and Derrick ready to throw another dodgeball each before the teacher stepped between them. "SEEING AS THIS IS STILL THE FIRST ROUND, AND THAT NEITHER SIDE'S TEAM HAS LOST ALL IT'S PLAYERS, I HEREBY DECLARE IT...A DRAW!" He then turned to both Gaz and Derrick. "EXCELLENT JOB IN KEEPING FIT! BOTH OF YOU GET AN A! NOW EVERYONE! GATHER YOUR PUDGY SELVES UP, GET CLEANED UP, AND GET READY FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS! CLASS...DISMISSED!" The kids quietly groaned as they left for their respective locker rooms, washed the sweat and blood off in the showers, dried off, then changed to head for their next classes. Gaz was a good 20 ft. from the locker room door before Derrick walked up next to her.
"Hey," he greeted. "That was pretty intense."
"Hmm." was all she responded with while opening one eye at him.
"Rematch sometime?" he asked. That actually got Gaz to smile.
"You have a deathwish or something?" she asked.
"Nah. I just haven't been able to find someone outside my family that can put up a decent fight in anything." he said.
"Your family?" she said, a faint hint of curiosity in her tone.
"Yeah. You'd like them. Especially my mom." he said with a smile.
"And why would you say that?" she asked.
"You're just like her." he said before parting to get to his next class. "Bye." Gaz watched him walk away before her brother came and stood next to her, trying to get her attention.
'Just like his mom?' she thought inwardly chuckling before walking off. 'No wonder he's tough.'
-Another part of skool-
One of the boys that was eyeing Gaz, a lanky teen with brown hair and fair skin, was walking to his locker while fuming in anger. Tak's words hadn't stopped buzzing in his head and it was driving him crazy.
"I can get any woman I want in this skool!" he grumbled to himself. "I can get any woman I want in this whole fucking city!" He reached his locker and turned the dial before his cellphone vibrated. He growled before opening his locker and sticking his head inside to talk on the phone. "Who is this?" he grunted.
"Do you wanna fuck Gaz Membrane?" came a garbled voice.
"Huh?" said the teen in confusion. "Who is this?"
"Yes or no. Do you, Ronald Voto, want to have sex with Gazlene Membrane?" The teens eyes widened as this strange voice spoke his name.
"Um...well, yes. I do. But-"
"What if I told you that I can make that happen?" asked the voice.
"You what? Who is this?!" asked the teen.
"I'll contact you after your last skool period." said the voice before the line went dead. Ronald stared at his phone before the bell rung, telling him that class had begun. He hurriedly got his things, closed his locker, and went to class. As he sat in his seat, his mind went back to that strange call.
'Hmmm. A chance to fuck Gaz Membrane.' he thought as images of him violently screwing the hottest chick in town flashed through his mind. A dark smile came to his face as he ran the images through his mind some more. 'I don't know who that voice belonged to, but if he can make that happen, I couldn't care less.'