A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but with finals coming up, I'm barely find the time to sleep, let alone write fanfiction. I'll give you guys a longer chapter next week!

Chapter II: Bullies part 1

"Iggins," Gaz said calmly as she stared at the boy before her. The shorter, crazier moron that had tried to woo her only a few years prior was standing before her—simultaneously blocking the entrance to the school as well—looking entirely too smug for Gaz's liking. The purple haired hellion's expression was calm and her tone was plain, however, her eyes breathed a fury that rivaled a thousand suns orbiting a gigantic supernova. In other words, it was not the kind of look you wanted to see directed at you.

"Gazzie," Iggins said pleasantly as he tried to ignore the she-demon's murderous stare. The only reason he wasn't in the hospital was because of a simple piece of flimsy white paper that was held within a barely concealed death grip. "Life's treating you well?" He asked.

"Oh, it's just been fantastic since you left," Gaz said with an interesting mixture of menace and fake-kindness. Iggins' reaction was immediate; the 'I-just-saw-my-dog-run-over-six-times' look of utter pain and hurt would be a memory that Gaz would treasure till her dying day. Iggins noticed her glee and quickly covered it up with an arrogant snort.

"I wish I could say the same, but fantastic doesn't even come close to accurately describing how I've felt since I dumped you," Iggins said, smirking, as he crossed his arms. The restraining order was still sticking out enough that Gaz could still see the object clearly. Oh how she hated that flimsy piece of paper—or more specifically the wording of the contract.

If Gazlene Membrane harms Iggins Katchukablorg in any way, she will be fined up to ten thousand dollars and will be banned for life from any establishment owned by Bloaties Inc.

Oh how she hated life right now. And speaking of hating life, where was Zim? He was supposed to be here—apparently he hadn't been able to take her to school today because Zim was working on "the greatest invention ever"—over an hour ago.

"Well Iggins," Gaz said, starting to growl, "I don't know how much damage I did to that messed up brain of yours when I was bouncing it into the concrete," she fought of a smile as she noticed a very startled wince, she had to keep up appearances after all. "But I was never, for a single moment, your girlfriend," she glared at him, allowing a dangerous scowl to take over her features. "So back off," She warned, hoping he would just let her into the school and be done with it. She really hated the fact that his dad was one of the upper managers for Bloaties. And the fact that Iggins just had to use that to bug her.

"Not so fast," Iggins said as Gaz glared even harder; maybe if she looked angry enough she could actually burn a hole in his head. "My contract states you cannot come within fifty yards of me," Iggins said smugly as he thrusted an arm forward, placing the paper once more in her face. "Sooo," Iggins drawled, "You can back off," the smirk he was projecting would have fit better on an aliens' face. Though to be fair, with the baby fat and green hair, Iggins kind of resembled a freaky alien.

"It doesn't say that anywhere on there," Gaz said with steel in her tone. The paper only said she couldn't hurt him, though she was seriously considering the pros and cons of the results of her harming the boy standing before her. The idea of Bloaties being gone from her life wasn't pretty. It wasn't even possible to think about.

"Perhaps," Iggins agreed as he pulled the paper away, "But you can't read it and I can, and I said it says you can't get near me."

"It says I can't harm you," Gaz said and her glaring features suddenly twisted into a sadistic smile. "But if I kill you, you won't be harmed, you'll just be dead," Gaz said, her voice full of menace as she stalked forward towards Iggins.

"G-Gaz!" Iggins said, his voice shaking as he realized she was, no pun intended, deadly serious. "L-let's not d-do anything rash!" his voice grew louder and higher in pitch as Gaz approached his shaking form. "I have a restraining order!" he cried as he placed the paper before him like a a priest might place a cross before him to ward off an unearthly creature from the pits of Hell. It didn't do him much good.

"What in the world?" Zim wondered aloud as he pushed past a ring of students standing just behind the entry stairs that led up into the school. Zim, ignoring their horrified stares, looked down to see a bloodied piece of paper. Looking back up, he saw that Gaz was the center of attention and that she was standing over a lumpy object that was oozing some sort of liquid; more strips of paper sprinkled in red were scattered everywhere. "Gaz?" Zim asked as he approached his girlfriend and saw that the 'lumpy object' was actually a boy. A boy that was covered in long precise cuts and blackening bruises. Absentmindedly, Zim heard someone retching up their breakfast behind him.

"Yeah Zim?" Gaz said as her eyes lightened up at the sight of the Irken invader while her hand let go of a fistful of hair that had apparently been ripped off the boy's head. Said boy whimpered violently as he seemed to come back into a semi-conscious state, only to quickly pass back out.

"What did I miss?

I will probably update part two later this weekend, but I wanted to get something out for you guys tonight. Enjoy!