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My Gift to You: Chapter.2
Mr. Rink was the worst when it came to pairing students, he would always pair the potentially retarded kids with the classes 'A' students. Gaz scratched her head nonchalantly. Let's just get this over with.
Mr. Rink read off each pairs, each person would either try to argue him or just gripe under their breath about him being a big fat idiot.
"..Okay, Gaz Membrane," Gaz lifted her head attentively. "You're paired with.. Zim."
'This can't be.. How could he do this? Pair me with a potential rival?'
Mr. Rink sighed and wiped some excess sweat from his forehead with a folded paper towel, he usually kept one handy. Because of his obesity, Mr. rink had a tendency to sweat profusely every few minutes. He wheezed and inhaled deeply, "I stress again, you CAN NOT choose your own partners."
The class groaned again. One kid tossed a paper ball towards the teacher. "Hey!"
'This is too bizarre to even comprehend. It's strange enough being in the same classroom with my arch-nemesis' sister, now I must do work with her?' Zim fondled the tips of his fingers nervously for a moment, then grimaced and turned towards her.
Gaz felt eyes upon her; she looked up and found that it was HIS eyes towards her. He turned away quickly and started pawing through a few papers on his desk, trying to make it seem like he wasn't bothered by the whole ordeal.
'..What was that? Is he as weirded out as I am?'
Mr. Rink continued pairing, a few times he would confuse himself, others he had to stop and wipe away more sweat. So it was taking a while.
Good.
Gaz began chewing on one of her black painted thumbnails. Mr. Rink could take his sweet ass time; maybe he would take so long, by the time he finished, class would be over.
That's doubtful, Very doubtful.
'Maybe "just getting this over with" won't be so easy after all..'
'When will this fat tub of cholesterol finish? The tension is making it worse! The partnering isn't going to be so hard.. But afterwards.. Oh shit.. I can hear Dib now..'
'Dib's gonna' love this.. I can hear him already..'
'Did you look at her?!'
'Did he say anything to you?!'
'Did you touch her?!'
'Cause I swear to god if he did..'
'I'LL KILL HIM!' Zim chuckled, as if he'd even think about something as disgusting as putting some sort of a move on that violet haired pig-demon over there.. Even if it was just to piss off Dib.. That was just revolting.
He turned towards Gaz' seat again.
Gaz snickered, as if that oversized insect even knew how to mess around with her anyways, it's not like he actually would.. She shifted her head in the direction of Zim's seat again. Oddly, his head turned toward hers at that same moment. He seemed to be grinning, Gaz saw him, ignoring the grin and still thinking of the absurdity of him "trying anything.
She snickered.
Zim caught sight of the girl for a second and chuckled. Then stopping quickly when he saw the smirk and giggle she gave off at the same moment. His eyes widened and his face dropped.
She turned back quickly to the surface of her desk. 'What the-'
'Hell?'
".. And Gretchen you are paired with Spoo. That's the last two." The plump little man wiped a few newly produced beads of sweat from his forehead and tucked the notepad under his arm. "Everyone get to a lab bench, your equipment is already out for you."
Crap.
Students reluctantly dragged themselves to whatever lab bench was open and began fiddling with the equipment set out.
One bench remained open. Two students remained seated, staring at their desks. All they needed now was to cover their eyes like little children pretending to hide, "You can't see me!"
"Gaz? Zim? Is there a problem? Or have you forgotten the use of your legs?" He pulled back his sleeves and folded his flabby arms firmly upon another. "Hmm?"
The two simultaneously exchanged contortions and made their ways to the one empty bench left.
Mr. Rink gave them one last that-wasn't-so-hard-now-was-it faces and shuffled himself back to behind his desk. There he took out some old romance novel of some sort, adjusted his thick glasses once more, then began reading from the dog-eared little paperback. As he did every class, at some point he would glance up at a random student and make a comment, so to seem as if he were actually teaching something.
The skool, being its dense self, did not have enough financial backing to afford certain supplies for the skool; like lab stools for instance.
The two stared at the empty stool; Gaz tapped her fingers on the black surface of the bench. Zim squinted his eyes at her; she squinted back. "Go ahead."
"What?"
"Take a seat, I know how horribly lazy you humans are, so go ahead."
"I'll stand, thanks." Replied Gaz, bitterly; 'Asshole,' She thought. 'I'm just going to have to divert myself from this for a second here..' She raised her hand, "Mr. Rink?"
Mr. Rink's eyes never left his book. "Yes, Ms. Membrane?"
"For safety purposes.. Shouldn't we be wearing safety glasses?"
"You know we don't have the funding for that, Ms. Membrane. Get to work." Replied the teacher, flatly. "If you're that concerned.. Use some plastic wrap and pipe cleaners or something."
Gaz let out an exasperated sigh and leaned on the bench, supporting her chin with her clasped hands held up by her elbows. She heard Zim make a snort of laughter.
"What now?"
"Oh nothing.." He swayed him self forward and back with his heels. He chuckled again and mumbled some comment about her being a feeble worm-baby.
"Oh, shut up. Don't make me destroy you.. AGAIN." Hissed Gaz. "Let's just start this stupid lab, hmm?" She took out the directions and began reading them, "Hand me test beaker 'B'" She held out her hand, and it remained vacant. "Hey, Dufus-"
"You do not order ZIM!" He spouted, a little over average voice volume.
"Look! We're never going to get this stupid lab done if you're going to keep pulling your I'm-the-king-of-the-world-I-give-orders-I-don't-take-them bullshit, so just hand me the god damn beaker." Her eyelid twitched.
"Wow," He blinked and clasped his hands thoughtfully. "That was a mouthful, you didn't even come up for air after "bullshit", you sure told me. I feel bad now; maybe I should give you some slack."
She scowled at him; he had that smart-ass smirk on his face the whole time.
"Wait a minute.." He continued, "You're my nemesis' sister! Why on Irk should I stoop as low as to give you the slightest bit of respect?!" He quickly unclasped his hands and gripped the bench firmly with one of them.
"Because Zim, you're a dumbass and you're failing Biology!" She repeated his hand movements, right down to the last by gripping the side of the bench with her hand parallel to his.
Before the altercation could get any worse, the bell ringing indicating the ending of first block quickly ended it.
Mr. Rink, oblivious to the whole incident, book marked a page in his book and placed it down. "Oh, I see not too many of you are really near done." He stood up and wiped his forehead once more, "We'll finish this tomorrow."
"Yes, yes we shall."
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Tension..Tension.. Tension.. Good so far? Bad? Let me know! -Thank you to the reviewers of chp.1, much appreciated ^_^ - P.S. yeah, I don't know what I was think when I put in the duck pajamas.. [Shrugs] oh well, hope this is as fun for you to read as it is for me to write.
Love, peace, & Chicken Grease! ~*ShiMMy123
My Gift to You: Chapter.2
Mr. Rink was the worst when it came to pairing students, he would always pair the potentially retarded kids with the classes 'A' students. Gaz scratched her head nonchalantly. Let's just get this over with.
Mr. Rink read off each pairs, each person would either try to argue him or just gripe under their breath about him being a big fat idiot.
"..Okay, Gaz Membrane," Gaz lifted her head attentively. "You're paired with.. Zim."
'This can't be.. How could he do this? Pair me with a potential rival?'
Mr. Rink sighed and wiped some excess sweat from his forehead with a folded paper towel, he usually kept one handy. Because of his obesity, Mr. rink had a tendency to sweat profusely every few minutes. He wheezed and inhaled deeply, "I stress again, you CAN NOT choose your own partners."
The class groaned again. One kid tossed a paper ball towards the teacher. "Hey!"
'This is too bizarre to even comprehend. It's strange enough being in the same classroom with my arch-nemesis' sister, now I must do work with her?' Zim fondled the tips of his fingers nervously for a moment, then grimaced and turned towards her.
Gaz felt eyes upon her; she looked up and found that it was HIS eyes towards her. He turned away quickly and started pawing through a few papers on his desk, trying to make it seem like he wasn't bothered by the whole ordeal.
'..What was that? Is he as weirded out as I am?'
Mr. Rink continued pairing, a few times he would confuse himself, others he had to stop and wipe away more sweat. So it was taking a while.
Good.
Gaz began chewing on one of her black painted thumbnails. Mr. Rink could take his sweet ass time; maybe he would take so long, by the time he finished, class would be over.
That's doubtful, Very doubtful.
'Maybe "just getting this over with" won't be so easy after all..'
'When will this fat tub of cholesterol finish? The tension is making it worse! The partnering isn't going to be so hard.. But afterwards.. Oh shit.. I can hear Dib now..'
'Dib's gonna' love this.. I can hear him already..'
'Did you look at her?!'
'Did he say anything to you?!'
'Did you touch her?!'
'Cause I swear to god if he did..'
'I'LL KILL HIM!' Zim chuckled, as if he'd even think about something as disgusting as putting some sort of a move on that violet haired pig-demon over there.. Even if it was just to piss off Dib.. That was just revolting.
He turned towards Gaz' seat again.
Gaz snickered, as if that oversized insect even knew how to mess around with her anyways, it's not like he actually would.. She shifted her head in the direction of Zim's seat again. Oddly, his head turned toward hers at that same moment. He seemed to be grinning, Gaz saw him, ignoring the grin and still thinking of the absurdity of him "trying anything.
She snickered.
Zim caught sight of the girl for a second and chuckled. Then stopping quickly when he saw the smirk and giggle she gave off at the same moment. His eyes widened and his face dropped.
She turned back quickly to the surface of her desk. 'What the-'
'Hell?'
".. And Gretchen you are paired with Spoo. That's the last two." The plump little man wiped a few newly produced beads of sweat from his forehead and tucked the notepad under his arm. "Everyone get to a lab bench, your equipment is already out for you."
Crap.
Students reluctantly dragged themselves to whatever lab bench was open and began fiddling with the equipment set out.
One bench remained open. Two students remained seated, staring at their desks. All they needed now was to cover their eyes like little children pretending to hide, "You can't see me!"
"Gaz? Zim? Is there a problem? Or have you forgotten the use of your legs?" He pulled back his sleeves and folded his flabby arms firmly upon another. "Hmm?"
The two simultaneously exchanged contortions and made their ways to the one empty bench left.
Mr. Rink gave them one last that-wasn't-so-hard-now-was-it faces and shuffled himself back to behind his desk. There he took out some old romance novel of some sort, adjusted his thick glasses once more, then began reading from the dog-eared little paperback. As he did every class, at some point he would glance up at a random student and make a comment, so to seem as if he were actually teaching something.
The skool, being its dense self, did not have enough financial backing to afford certain supplies for the skool; like lab stools for instance.
The two stared at the empty stool; Gaz tapped her fingers on the black surface of the bench. Zim squinted his eyes at her; she squinted back. "Go ahead."
"What?"
"Take a seat, I know how horribly lazy you humans are, so go ahead."
"I'll stand, thanks." Replied Gaz, bitterly; 'Asshole,' She thought. 'I'm just going to have to divert myself from this for a second here..' She raised her hand, "Mr. Rink?"
Mr. Rink's eyes never left his book. "Yes, Ms. Membrane?"
"For safety purposes.. Shouldn't we be wearing safety glasses?"
"You know we don't have the funding for that, Ms. Membrane. Get to work." Replied the teacher, flatly. "If you're that concerned.. Use some plastic wrap and pipe cleaners or something."
Gaz let out an exasperated sigh and leaned on the bench, supporting her chin with her clasped hands held up by her elbows. She heard Zim make a snort of laughter.
"What now?"
"Oh nothing.." He swayed him self forward and back with his heels. He chuckled again and mumbled some comment about her being a feeble worm-baby.
"Oh, shut up. Don't make me destroy you.. AGAIN." Hissed Gaz. "Let's just start this stupid lab, hmm?" She took out the directions and began reading them, "Hand me test beaker 'B'" She held out her hand, and it remained vacant. "Hey, Dufus-"
"You do not order ZIM!" He spouted, a little over average voice volume.
"Look! We're never going to get this stupid lab done if you're going to keep pulling your I'm-the-king-of-the-world-I-give-orders-I-don't-take-them bullshit, so just hand me the god damn beaker." Her eyelid twitched.
"Wow," He blinked and clasped his hands thoughtfully. "That was a mouthful, you didn't even come up for air after "bullshit", you sure told me. I feel bad now; maybe I should give you some slack."
She scowled at him; he had that smart-ass smirk on his face the whole time.
"Wait a minute.." He continued, "You're my nemesis' sister! Why on Irk should I stoop as low as to give you the slightest bit of respect?!" He quickly unclasped his hands and gripped the bench firmly with one of them.
"Because Zim, you're a dumbass and you're failing Biology!" She repeated his hand movements, right down to the last by gripping the side of the bench with her hand parallel to his.
Before the altercation could get any worse, the bell ringing indicating the ending of first block quickly ended it.
Mr. Rink, oblivious to the whole incident, book marked a page in his book and placed it down. "Oh, I see not too many of you are really near done." He stood up and wiped his forehead once more, "We'll finish this tomorrow."
"Yes, yes we shall."
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Tension..Tension.. Tension.. Good so far? Bad? Let me know! -Thank you to the reviewers of chp.1, much appreciated ^_^ - P.S. yeah, I don't know what I was think when I put in the duck pajamas.. [Shrugs] oh well, hope this is as fun for you to read as it is for me to write.
Love, peace, & Chicken Grease! ~*ShiMMy123