A/N: Whoo! A new chapter! I must admit, that skit thing was lame. And I was debating whether to something with it to further the feelings for the two… but my brain just doesn't want to work. So I'm furthering the story in a different direction, but if it ends up sucking I'll go back and do it again. /sigh/
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Dib walked down the hall of the High Skool. The bell which released the population to the weekend had already rang, but Dib liked to stay afterwards for learning and such. He was already in a high level science class, and was probably going to take after his father's footsteps. At least, that's what everyone says. What Dib really wanted to do was get into Paranormal Investigation. The department obviously needed improvement. The people there were... just so darn stupid.
As he walked down the silent hall, he thought these thoughts to himself. Now that his senior year of High Skool was coming to an end, his father had suddenly begun forcing him to spend time together, to learn the 'tools of the trade'. Of course, Dib had pretended to enjoy these lessons, taking notes, helping with simple gene splicing… really, it all seemed to easy and, well, BORING. However, Dib knew that he would end up doing what his father wanted.
What about that entire childhood without your father? What of that? He argued with himself. It was true, his father had rarely been around. It hadn't bothered him too much. It gave him a better chance to fool around with his paranormal studies. If anything, the lack of his father around is what caused him to be led to that branch of science. It didn't worry him about himself as much as it did for Gaz, his younger sister.
She was generally an introverted girl. After entering High Skool, she became even more independent and made some troublemaking friends, though she was smart enough to know what was enough. That wasn't what worried him; the lack of a mother altogether, and the ignorance of their father is what worried him. While deep in his thinking, he didn't hear the voices of some of the people he hated most until they became very loud, meaning he was close.
Hew stopped and peeked around a corner. Some of the popular guys, jocks, were roughing Zim around. Pushing him against a locker, and spatting insults in his face. Zim, however, didn't look scared, or even angry. He seemed calm as ever, and was talking back. Pretty soon, he was making jokes with the fools, and they were all laughing with each other.
"..And that freak kid! Wass his name? Dib? Oh, GAWD, don't get me started!" One of the bigger guys said. Zim chuckled. "Yeah… he's in my drama class. We had to do this one skit, and I swear he tried to kiss me…" To others, it sounded like Zim said it in disgust, but really, it was in inquisitive tone to himself. He knew that that scene involved a kiss, but they had agreed to use the tape-over-the-mouth trick. Which worked effectively. Zim had noticed Dib hesitate for a mere second, but that's all it took.
The jocks made a round of disgusted groans, and more insults were thrown, but about Dib. And Zim was there, laughing along with them, telling them things Dib didn't know he knew. His face turned red in embarrassment. He stifled an angry gasp ineffectively, and Zim immediately turned his head and spotted Dib. Dib quickly turned away and walked quickly down the hall, in the other direction. He could hear the guys asking Zim what was up, a few more laughs, then the sound of the school door slamming behind him.
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There was a pounding at his door. He groaned. Turning slightly, he shouted for the intruder to go away. He glanced at his tableside clock. Hm. 1:37 PM. Sunday. Had he really been in bed this whole weekend? The complaints from outside his door acknowledged that. Slowly, he slipped out of his bed and went over to the door, opening it just a crack. It was very brought outside his room.
There was Gaz, frowning, with her arms crossed against her chest. Dib squinted his eyes, without his glasses on. "What?" he mumbled sleep still holding to him. Gaz looked uncomfortable for a moment, brushing off imaginary lint from her black dress. "Um… Zim's been bugging me all weekend. He won't come to the house, but every time I'm somewhere he's there. It's as if he thinks we hang out of something…" She said in an off-handedly manner.
A sour expression crossed Dib's face, and he opened the door a bit more. Gaz picked this up right away. "Did something happen between you two? You're usually hanging out on the weekends…" She said, looking to the ground. Very uncomfortable. But she was right. Every weekend Dib was out, foiling yet another plan of Zim's. Stalking Zim, trying to get him to give himself up. May things have changed over the years, but this had not.
"Go away, Gaz. I'm not in the mood." He said, beginning to shut his door. "Wait!" She said, grabbing the edge of the door. Dib blinked in mild surprise. She quickly pushed open the door and gave him a quick but tight hug. Then she pulled away just as quickly, blushing. "Well… I mean… If something happened, I'm sure it can't be that bad… I mean, you two sure do…"
Suddenly, a little tune sounded off. Gaz's cell phone. Her homemade cell phone. She quickly answered it, giving an apologetic look towards Dib. "Yeah. Yeah. Sure. I'll bring it. Kay. In a few." And hung up. She now had her normal façade and nodded to Dib, then left him in all of his confusion.
We sure do… what?
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A/N: Wh00t! I brought more so quickly! This should tide you over for about a year… no! Of course not! I'm only joking. I'll try to update soon, but it's not often I get chances like this. Ooooh how did you like this chapter?