"Zim, are you ready yet?" Gaz had been coming to his house every morning to walk to skool with him. It was actually starting to creep the Irken out. Slipping on his boots, he headed outside where he was promptly latched onto by the girl. Rolling his eyes, he sighed heavily.

"Good morning, Gaz." He said through gritted teeth. He began his trek to the hi-skool, dressed in his latest outfit. Gracing his lithe form was a pair of black flared capris riding low on his hips. He wore a black spaghetti-strapped tank top under a smaller white tank top of the same style with a green long sleeve shirt missing it's shoulders over that. A long black sweater was worn over those and his slim navel was prominent under all the light clothing. Upon his head he wore a shoulder-length black wig with lavender contacts covering his eyes.

He had a new plan to capture the teen's attention today, seeing as the rest of his attempts had began to bore him. He noticed while they were still together that Dib had a very large but well concealed sweet tooth. He could not resist a sweet when offered to him, the sugar high that followed consumption of the product too enticing of a pleasure. The only thing he ever regretted was the head-ache he received when coming off his peak. Well, Zim would fix that.

Walking into the skool, he headed straight for his locker to collect his things, wanting to keep as many eyes off of him and his leech as possible. Smiling and waving back to the few that gave him the gesture, he hurried the Membrane child to her classroom as he headed to his first period, thanking the skool system for keeping them a grade apart.

First period was spent as usual. He sat there, his chin resting in his hand while his free hand traced a picture of the boy many times over his paper while the teacher droned on. The only difference was that today those love-sick doodles were decorating his test. Later he decided that if those doodles counted for more than they were worth, he would have had a much better score than he actually received.

By the time lunch had rolled around, he had decided finally on how he'd rope the boy in with is sugary plan and was on his way to meet him at his locker. However, when he arrived he quickly ducked behind a wall, watching the scene play out in front of him. For, standing in front of the locker that belonged to Dib, was the boy and his latest girlfriend. Using his amazing hearing, he quickly and quietly tuned into the conversation as they exchanged words.

"I'm dumping you." It came fast and hard, much like his bedtime activities with that Irken oh so many nights ago, but somehow it wasn't as pleasant nor did it leave him feeling nearly as satisfied. He stood there, staring dumbly at Jessica as she glared up at him. He didn't know what to say.

"..What?" Oh yeah, that's it Dib, REAL smooth.

"You heard me. I'm done with you." She waved a hand at him turning her nose up as she flipped her hair and walked away, leaving Dib standing there, shocked and dazed.

"Well…at least she didn't slap me." Dib mumbled, glaring after her. "Oh well. That just means I can be with Zita openly." Shrugging, he made his way to his class room. However, there were two certain teens that wouldn't make it to their 3rd period that day. For, around the corner from the dump scene, stood a certain ruby-gazed teen, glaring at the girl that walked by behind his lavender contacts.

Cat-walking up, he came to stand behind the girl as she opened up her locker to collect her things. "Hello there," came his cold statement, a pleasant but eerie smile on his face. Jessica turned to stare at the Irken, a smug grin on her face.

"What do you want, loser?" A lithe arm reached up to slam her locker closed before pinning her to the lockers. A creepy vindictive smile captured his thin lips as he held the girl in place. She just glared up at him.

"Oh, not much," he replied. He extended four long spider limbs from his PAK, letting them hover in the air behind him. The horrified look on his face only encouraged his next carefully calculated actions. Opening her locker, he lifter her up and shoved her into it none too gently. His smile only grew more maniacal and near psychopathic as the metal arms rose into the air.

"What…what did I do…?" she asked meekly, staring wide-eyed at the Irken in front of her. She was terrified. He was going to kill her. She watched as those sharp points came rushing at her, letting out a terrified screech. When everyone came out of their classrooms to see what the commotion was about, they found a trembling girl squeezed into her locker, her head buried in her knees with her hands tightly wrapped around her ears. She was mumbling incoherently and wouldn't let anyone near here, screaming about an autopsy.