Author's Note: Two chapters in one night. Yay! I have each, individual chapter planned out, making this a whole lot easier and faster process. Please review!
Chapter 11
The Irken awoke bright and early the next morning. Feeling a little bit of excitement in his squeedily spooch, he rushed to the guest room where the human had stayed. Upon entering, he assumed to be greeted by the raven-haired boy, ready to apologize and snuggle the green-skinned boy. Upon seeing the bed empty, his antenna drooped the slightest bit, and a look of almost sadness crossed his face. It quickly changed to rage as his little minion came into the room.
"That vile hyooman!" Zim yelled to Gir. The android looked in confusion before pulling a rubber piggy from his head and squeaking it. He giggled, running around the room as his master yelled. "He's so...smelly! And stupid! And has a big head!" The Irken kicked at th air, growling under his breath. Finally, after he got all his anger out, he sat down on the bed and tried to catch his breath.
"I don't need the Dib-stink's assistance. I can conquer this planet with this ingenious disease! Now that the Dib-human has no cure, he can be affected by it as well! Zim will have his revenge!" He held his fist victoriously in the air as the robot laughed loudly. The Irken stood from the bed and headed towards his computer.
"Computer! Give me the Dib-human's location." Zim commanded.
"Projecting location now." The computer boomed. The screen flashed before showing the snow-covered outside world. Dib was on his way towards the high-school. Zim smiled wide, his zipper-teeth looking menacing in in the dim light of the computer screen.
"So, he's heading back to school? Interesting. Maybe Zim should head back as well. After all, it'll be the perfect place to release this infection." The alien turned on his heel and headed towards the elevator. He was going to make Dib suffer.
Zim's first instinct upon entering the school was to throw up. He cringed, remembering that stale school smell all too well. He instantly noticed an eerie silence, followed by whispers. Every pair of eyes in the mall hallway were on him. Even under that scratchy wig, his antennas could pick up the words.
"Is he new? Why is his skin so green?" Someone whispered.
"Hey, that kid Zip is back."
"How long has he been gone? Three months?"
"He came back the same day as Dib. They actually left on the same day!"
"I heard they got arrested for some huge fight they had. They were in jail the whole time."
The Irken smacked his lips with distaste. These pitiful humans with pitiful human brains. He could care less how much they gossiped; as long as they stayed away from him. A loud bell went off, making some of the crowd disperse. Other's stayed, either ditching class, or not in much of a rush like the other's. Zim glanced at the old analog clock on the wall. He had a good twenty minutes before he needed to head to class. He opened the crumpled map from his hand and traced a route with his claw from his location to his first period class on the paper. Once he had it down, he started on his way down the hallway. He served in between hundreds of tall kids before something stopped him dead in his tracks. He noticed that familiar, long, scythe-like lock of hair in the crowd. Some people moved, giving Zim a better view of the teenager. He was standing in front of his locker with a backpack hung over his shoulder. From the angry look on his face, his locker was not cooperating with him.
Something shiny on the human's nose and ear interested the alien. With his amazing eyes, he realized that the human had gotten piercings. He had a stud in his nose and his ear had three of them. The Irken stared, open-mouthed at the teenager's rebellion. His outfit changed as well; he had a plain white T-shirt and some gray jeans that looked tight. He also had a colorful belt around the belt loops. They led down to his typical boots; the only part of him that was the same besides his coat. Zim also noticed that the boy had new glasses. They were thicker, black rims but were still stylish. He also had some hair covering his forehead and part of his right eye, making the human look a lot like some of the stereotypical 'skater' kids Zim had heard about. His scythe-like hair looked a little messier, but not like a bed-head.
The alien's mouth opened wider as he heard some girls giggle as they walked past him. His antenna could pick up that they thought he was...cute. Some guys were muttering stuff about him being gay, while others just looked in awe at the transformation. Another bell rang overhead, making some more students dissolve from the hallway. Soon, another dinged, making all the students flee from fear of being late. Dib still remained at his locker, trying to pry it open so he could get some books for class. Once the hallways were totally empty, and Dib was about to give up, Zim approached him. His spider legs sprouted from his PAK and pushed the teenager against the lockers, making him yelp in surprise and confusion.
"Z-Zim?" The boy stuttered, his cheek pressed hard against the cold metal.
"Come back to try and stop me, Dib-worm? Your little rebellion isn't going to work." The alien cackled, making a shiver run down Dib's spine.
"I'm not letting you kill everyone, Zim. I don't know what came over me, but it's over with now. I'm going to stop you and expose you to everyone." The boy threatened. Zim looked wide-eyed at the human.
"So, was you...loving me...a trick?" The alien mumbled. Dib's face instantly softened. Once he realized that he was showing sympathy, he steeled himself again.
"I know I would never love someone like you." The teenager spat. "I hate you, you lizard." The boy easily wrestled the PAK legs off of him, falling to the ground with a thud. Once Dib adjusted himself, he looked at the Irken with a hard glare. The Irken just looked back, a bit heart-broken. His metal spider legs returned to his PAK as the alien shifted his gaze to the old, scuffed tile floors.
"Hmph. Of course Zim never believed you. I knew you would betray me." The Irken flicked his head to the side, showing the human he was far more superior. The boy just looked in anger, but felt a little heart-broken inside as well. As if to rub salt in the wound, he quickly shoved the alien. He fell to his ass with a loud thud, distracting him long enough for Dib to make a quick escape down another hallway towards his first period class. Zim growled to himself, feeling like an idiot and a fool in love.
"It's easy to know why Irken's don't have feelings," He muttered to himself, his voice almost cracking with sadness. "Because people hurt them." The alien flashed all the way back to when the human had came to him that one day three months ago. How he had stated some quote. 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me'. He finally understood how much of a lie that was. Feeling lower then ever, he trudged off to his first period class. He tried to keep his chest out in pride, but felt horrible all over. Maybe he was a defect. Or something.
Dib sprinted down the unknown hallway, not even bothering to take a look back. He just stared straight ahead, trying to see which classroom was his. He made a sharp turn down another hallway and collided into someone. They both crashed to the ground, moaning and groaning. Once Dib sat up, he realized he crashed into Zita; cheerleader and top of the popularity ladder.
"Sorry," He mumbled, trying to gather her stuff for her. She stared, dazed and confused. Not too long later she was helping gather the papers she was told to collect for teacher. The teenager got himself up quickly, and stuck a hand out to help Zita up. She smiled a little, and took it. To be honest, the boy was shocked that she would even take it. Once she was up, she smoothed out her cheer-leading uniform and smiled at Dib.
"Dib, is that really you?" She asked.
"Yeah..." He stuttered, wondering if she was going to be disgusted.
"You...changed. A lot." Dib breathed a sigh of relief at not being picked on.
"Is that good or bad?" He asked, giving her a half-smile. A light blush covered her face; something the boy had only seen on his enemy.
"...Good. You don't look like a creep." She gave a light giggle. "Anyway, you're trying to find your classroom, right? I have first period with you. I'll take you there." She walked ahead of him, signaling for him to walk beside her.
"So, do you have a game today or something?" Dib asked, eying her uniform. She nodded her head.
"Yeah. It's a home game." It seemed as if something was bothering her slightly.
"Oh." The boy muttered.
"Listen, Dib, I don't know what happened to you, but you look good. Like, really really good. I didn't believe the rumors that the girls have been spreading until I saw you for myself." She burst out. Dib stared, wide-eyed at this news.
"They're already starting rumors?" He rolled his eyes.
"They're good ones." She smiled, just as shocked as Dib. "A lot of girls think you're hot. And your personality changed a lot!"
"Well, um...thanks." He murmured, feeling embarrassed and awkward. They finally approached the classroom and Zita pulled the door open for Dib. He took it, being a gentleman, and she smiled. As she passed him into the classroom, she murmured something into his ear.
"Sit by me," She walked across the room and tapped the empty desk to hers. The teacher lifted his head from his desk and perked up when he noticed Dib.
"Welcome back, Mr. Membrane. You have a lot of catching up to do. We don't take extended absences lightly in AP biology. Take a seat and try and catch up the best you can." The teacher shrugged his shoulders before heading up to the chalkboard. He glanced over at an empty seat, all along and secluded in the back of the room; what he was accustomed to. But, he glanced at that seat next to Zita; it seemed to be calling him. With a defeated sigh, he headed towards the seat and threw his back down, pulling out a pencil and notebook to copy her notes.
*EDIT: I added a longer ending. I don't know how this came to me, but I had to put it in.
Author's Note: Sorry these chapters have been short. Another long one should be on it's way.