Hope fully this works…chapter makin n shuff
Dib walked into high skool feeling in a mood to pick on Zim for a while however as he walked thru the gates he heard two girls walk past giggling to each other.
"WOW have you seen Zim?"
"Yea I know how did he get so HOT all of a sudden?"
"He looks like he's been working out and that goatee is so manly!" Dib stopped frozen to the spot. What the hell was that! They couldn't have been talking about Zim could they? Not THEE Zim, the scrawny, hairless little alien that was trying to kill all life? He pushed it out of his mind, he must of heard wrong. Dib chuckled to himself, HA Zim being manly! He's not even human! But then he spied another group of girls giggling in a corner. He slinked closer his curiosity spiked.
"So your gonna ask him out then?"
"Yea I can't believe I never noticed him before"
"I bet he's popular. He has to be at least on the football team." Dib relaxed, their just talking about some stupid jock. He was about to walk off when he caught the last hurried lines of their conversation.
"You and Zim would make a sweet couple" Dib almost threw up. He felt week with shock, They WERE talking about Zim. He must have done something to himself, a new disguise maybe? Yea that must be it. I better investigate and stop whatever new plan Zim had come up with this time. He ran round the corner his eyes darting across the skool yard. Zim couldn't have changed that much? Could he?
"Looking for me Dib stink?" For a moment he didn't recognise the voice but his mind clicked at the insult and he spun round not knowing what to expect. Dibs jaw dropped "Zim...is that you?" Damm that was stupid he thought to himself. Of course it was Zim he look's just liked he always does but taller and stronger and with a silly looking goatee.
"HA surprised Dib? I can insult you to your face again!" Zim was overjoyed at the look that Dib gave him. He quickly pressed his advantage.
"Now I can match you inch for inch! VICTORY FOR ZIM!" He launched into a long winded maniacal Zim laugh. And Dib looked on bored.
"Are you finished?"
"Not just yet. HAHAHAHAH now I am" Zim grinned a wolfish smile "Your defeated Dib admit it. You can't stand the might of my goatee of DOOM!"
"So you're as tall as me now? So what! I'm still going to fight you." Dib crossed his arms with a smirk "And your goatee looks stupid"
"FOOOOOOL. This is only step one of my AMAZING plan to destroy you!" Zim poked Dib hard in the chest "I admit at first this was just so I could carry on looking normal, but I've been receiving a lot of attention from the upper elite class of humans here"
Dib cut in.
"You mean the preps?"
"Yes, yes these 'preps' as you call them want me ZIM! To be part of their collective. Don't you see if I become their leader I could rally them to agenised you! And then there will be know one to stop me from ruling this stink ball you call home" Zim again launched into a maniacal laughing fit. Thankfully the bell went and the students filtered the classes.
Dib sat at his desk pondering Zim's plan. Despite its stupidity it was a worrying factor that Zim was becoming part of the preps group.
Horrific images flashed in his mind of Zim winning a football game, wearing those stupid jock shirts, going out with cheerleaders, being prom king. Dib shuddered, "Man that would be nasty". He looked around to make sure no one was listening to him talk to himself and spotted Gretchen. She wasn't like the other girls in the class. Her braces had been removed last year which gave her a brilliant smile. She didn't hang around with the preps and she often wore black baggy cargos and orange and purple striped top but today she had a Z? top like his. She was also the only person, save Zim, not to laugh whenever Dib ranted about Zim being an alien. She suddenly looked up and spotted Dib. She looked into his eyes for a second before smiling at him looking away. Dib melted inside She smiled at me... The bell rang out and the students quickly exited the class for lunch.
Zim sat down in his usual seat on his own and was about to pretend to eat his food when Torque, Mary, Zita and several other preps sat around him. Torque slapped Zim on the back but Zim didn't flinch, the PAK stabilizers made sure of that.
"Hi Zim when are you gonna sign up for the team eh? We could use some good athletic guys like you"
"Of course you could I am ZIM! I am master of all athletics" He smiled evilly as he's plan begun to work.
"That's the spirit! With a team player like you on our side we can't lose" Torque grinned dumbly and Zim played along.
"So if I am to become a 'prep' what do I need to do?" Zita answered him in her annoying high pitched voice.
"First you gotta become a self centred, over-opinionated idiot" At this Zim simply looked at Zita for a moment before she carried on.
"Then you gotta join the skool team and get yourself a skool blazer" Zim nodded
"Then we have to see you bully some pathetic dweeb". At this Zim grinned maliciously, so much so that even some of the preps looked worried.
"Oh I have the perfect person in mind"
Dib was watching him across the hall "Damm Zim, damm preps, damm preppy Zim." he mumbled in between bites of his sandwich.
"Look at him Gaz sitting over there being all popular, I hate him so much" Gaz looked up slightly.
"Sounds like your jealous"
"HA like I'd be jealous of a prep. I bet he doesn't have time to destroy me anymore". Gaz looked at her brother as if to say 'you're an idiot' before returning to her hotdog. Dib carried on his rant.
"I mean he's all popular now and why? Because of some stupid goatee! If had a goatee I bet..." Dib would have carried on but at that moment Gretchen walked past and he suddenly found he couldn't talk.
"Hay Dib do you know what time it is?"
"Errm...err...and...yea" Was all that he could manage. Lucky Gaz answered for him without looking up from her GS3.
"Its three o'clock"
"Err thanks. Nice shirt Dib it's nice to know I'm not the only fan in skool. Well cya." As she walked off Dib seemed to be frozen in his seat.
"She, she, she, she...talked to me" he stuttered before Gaz threw a coke can at his head and muttered something about stupid siblings.