Isabelle walked up to Azelia after school.

"Hi, I'm Isabel."

"What do you want?!" Azelia said nervously.

"I know what you're here for so don't flip out. Mkay?"

"What?! How-"

"Zim's an invader. As if you didn't already know that."

"Yes but-" Azelia pulled Isabelle behind a tree. "How do you know that?"

"Zim told me everything after I somehow convinced him I was part of the armada. After he figured out I was lying, he said he found me 'unfathomably interesting and clever' and told me I was 'a lying yet enchanting, evil, evil, little goddess'. And here I am today! in eighth grade, making straight A's, and going out with an alien that's here to wipe out all civilization and destroy planet earth!"

"And you're somehow okay with that?"

"I know right?"

Zim walked up to Isabelle, looking behind himself. "Bella that new person-" he turned around. He narrowed his eyes. He grabbed Isabelle's hand, smiled falsely at Azelia, and pulled Isabelle away.

"Looked like Dib was about to blow a gasket in class." He said, looking back at Azelia. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was curved in disgust. Zim put his arm around Isabelle's shoulders and looked away.