Chapter 4:

After Skool

"Vick, wait!" Dib shouted, running to catch up with his new friend. "Wait up!" He finally caught up with her, but by that time, he was out of breath.

Vick gave him a curious look. "What's up?" She asked him softly, her chat with Zim still on her burdened mind.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to do home work together… If you're not too busy or whatever…" Dib said shyly.

Vick laughed. "We hardly have any homework though!" She shrugged. "Eh… Sure…" She wondered in her heart whether or not Zim would be upset if she came back without having destroyed Zim. She decided not to tell him about it. "Let's go!" She insisted.

Dib smiled and lead the way to his house. Gaz followed at a distance, determined not to communicate with anyone who could possibly stand to talk to her brother and not start hating him.

When they arrived, they sat on the floor and pulled out their homework. Dib fetched them some Classic Poop and they laughed, drank soda, and finished their homework soon enough.

Eventually, Dib drank too much Poop. He stood up bashfully. "Uh… I uh… Gotta go to…"

Vick nodded. "Go on. I'll wait here…" She said with a smile. She watched as Dib rushed off to other parts of the house. Quietly, she reached into Dib's backpack, and took out the contents.

She sorted through all the papers and things and dedicated a pile for Dib's skool stuff, and another pile for anything and everything that had anything to do with Zim. All evidence, pictures, ect. She Moved the Dib pile back into his bag, and the Zim pile to hers. "You better appreciate this, Zim. I have a bad feeling about this…" She muttered under her breath.

Suddenly, Dib reentered the room. "Much better!" He sighed. He sat down on the floor next to Vick, who was extremely nervous that he would go look for something in his bag. "What should we do?" He asked.

Vick jumped up. "I'd better go now…" She said sadly. "I found Zim's skool book, and I'd better return it to him," She said, secretly proud that she had been able to come up with an alibi that quickly.

"Oh… Well…" Dib stood up. He wanted so bad to tell her that Zim was an alien!! So bad!!! But, he felt it might ruin their friendship. He decided to wait until Zim did something mean to Vick that would make her upset with him. Upset enough to believe Dib when he told her that her friend was not a human, but indeed and alien. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if she too noticed that the whole Zim-having-green-skin-not-being-normal thing. "Bye…"

Vick smiled, and left. She walked about three blocks, and then let out a long sigh. "He… he didn't notice anything." She suddenly felt sick. "But how long will that last…" She wondered.

Soon, she found herself in front of Zim's home base. She dashed inside and slammed the door behind her as if giant, radioactive dogs were chasing her.

"Vick! Where were you!?" Zim shouted, hopping off the couch where Gir and Chic were sitting and watching the Scary Monkey Show.

Vick rushed over and hugged Zim. "I did it! I can't believe I did it! How could I!?!" She sobbed into Zim's shoulder pathetically.

"What is wrong with you!?" Zim cried in a tone that only made his assistant weep even harder. He felt a little sorry for her, even though he didn't know why she was crying. He patted her shoulder. "Calm down and tell me what's wrong." He said in a voice that didn't really match his actions. He kinda sounded a bit angry. It was WEIRD!

Vick walked over to the couch and sat down. As soon as she did so, Chic crawled onto her lap sympathetically. She took a deep breath. "I… was over at Dib's and-"

"You were WHERE!?!" Zim shouted making Vick feel guilty. Clandestinely, Zim hoped that she felt guilty. He never gave her permission to go over to his WORST ENEMY'S HOUSE!!! He was also insanely jealous. Vick would rather hang out with the smelly Dib-pig than the awesomeness that was ZIM! He had ever right to be upset!

Vick looked down at her feet. She pressed the button on her belt, returning her to her Irken self. She sighed and said, "Just listen. I went there because Dib invited me. We did our homework together and talked and stuff. But while he went to the bathroom, I snuck into his backpack and took out everything that had to do with, well, you. All his notes and evidence and pictures and this one video tape, everything!" She spilled her backpack and Zim sifted through all the stolen goods.

"Very well. Thank you Vick. I miss judged your intentions for a second there. Excuse me while I go look at all of these." Zim said professionally. He scooped up all the stuff and started to walk over to the trashcan.

Vick gave him a longing, wide-eyed look, sending Zim the message that she wanted to go with him.

"Oh, okay." He said finally. He almost regretted that when Vick squeaked happily and dashed over to the can and jumped inside. However, he followed her in a dignified way, as if her happy-go-lucky attitude hadn't made him laugh a little inside.