CHAPTER EIGHT
Zim ran to school that morning because his newest project had taken more than the two hours, and he would inevitably be late for school because of it. The bell had just run when he ran into the classroom, almost crashing right into Mrs. Bitters' desk.
"You're late, Zim." Mrs. Bitters informed him
"Yes I was. . .um. . .going to the bathroom."
". . .well next time don't take so long. Before you came in, we were discussing black holes and how they will eventually suck us all in." Mrs. Bitters went into her normal daily speech about doom.
"What's with the bag?" Dib asked Zim, poking carefully at the bag that was sitting on his desk with a ruler.
Zim quickly pulled it away from him and stuck his tongue out "it's none of your business." He replied.
Dib growled slightly at this response, but went back to his desk. about half an hour into the class, Mrs. Bitters announced a project. It would be a science project on the planets in the solar system. They were to get into groups of three.
Zim knew that Dib would pair himself off with Sam, but being stuck with Dib wasn't so bad. He walked to he back of the class towards Sam's desk. she looked up for her notebook where she was sketching, and closed it, glaring at Zim.
"You're presence is not wanted in this area of the classroom, and before I resort to violence, I suggest you leave. Now, Zim."
He just stared at her. "Right, whatever. I require two others in order to fulfill the project requirement and I thought that-"
Dib shoved Zim out of the way and sat down across from Sam. "We already have a third member of this group, Zim."
"What? Where?" Zim asked, looking around the classroom and saw Torque walking up to Dib and Sam.
Zim hissed slightly as he walked away, loathing Dib to his very core. He had never hated Dib more than he hated him right now. He walked back to his desk and quickly glanced at the bag sitting next to his seat, before looking around the room for two partners. He didn't have to look long, before he made a decision. Keef and one of the random rejects that was walking up to Keef. Zim smirked and walked past Dib and Sam, trying to be as spiteful as possible, since he found a group to work with.
His plans of showing off this fact didn't go so well, considering the fact that while he was walking, he wasn't looking down, therefore, failed to notice when Dib stuck his foot out and tripped him. Zim stayed on the floor for a few seconds, praying that his contacts wouldn't fall out, and when he realized that they were still securely in place, he stood. His entire class was laughing at him, but that was the least of his worries. Now, he was angry. He stood back up and glared at the entire class. Everyone laughed at him, and his glaring only made it worse.
"I guess ALIENS have bad balance." Dib teased.
"Only because YOU TRIPPED ME!!!" Zim screamed at him.
"Tripped? I did not!" Dib retorted.
The class had finally stopped laughing, and as Zim continued to walk towards Keef and the random reject. He sat down, and glared at Dib every now and then, not really paying attention to his partners.
"What do you think, Zim?" Keef asked.
"Huh? What? Oh, yeah, sure. Whatever." Zim replied, not really caring what they were talking about.
Class passed very quickly, and it was about five minutes until the bell rang to go to recess and Zim had fallen asleep. He awoke to see Keef and the random reject, who's name he learned to be Ryan, drawing all of the planets in sparkly silver pens on black paper, and yawned, turning to glare at Dib some more, when he noticed that Dib and Sam weren't working at all. Their partner, Torque, was doing all of the work, surprisingly, and Dib and Sam were giggling and passing notes back and forth, every now and then glancing up to make sure Mrs. Bitters wasn't looking.
'They're going to fail if they don't do some work. Heh, they'll ALSO fail if I tell Mrs. Bitters they're passing notes and letting Torque do all of the work. . .'
Zim walked up to the front of the room, and glanced back at Dib, who suddenly had a very bad feeling about what was about to happen.
END!!!!
Peggi-Bwahaha! Fear the cliffhanger!!! (sigh) I miss middle school and elementary school when we used to have recess. Actually, in middle school I believe they call it 'break', same diff, right? Since skool starts up again tomorrow, I doubt I'll be able to update often, but I'll try! Please review!!! The plot bunnies need to be fed.
