AN: Another chapter is up. They'll probably be slower since I need to make sure they're clear and professional. Enjoy it though.

What does that human think he's planning? Needing this... talk... Zim's thoughts buzzed around like an annoying bee, something he couldn't seem to get out of his head. He sat in his seat and leans back against the chair, letting his books lay on the desk. He stares boringly at the white board, seeing that the teacher wasn't here yet. She's always late since she's one of the clumsy people.

Soon however, Dib entered the classroom. He felt pairs of eyes look at him as he moved towards his seat. He knew it was the boy with the green skin condition. Zim always do this whenever Dib comes into a room as if he was observing him. Once the boy sat down, he glared his deep hazel eyes at the Irken but he sees that his eyes were looking forward to the front of the class. He blinks, confused and looks behind him to see people were chatting among themselves. Am I just over thinking things? He scratches the back of his head and looks forward once more, waiting for their English teacher to show up.

Another boring ten minutes later, the door opens and twenty pair of students eyes dart towards the same direction. "S-Sorry I'm late!" A girl pants, being around her late 30's. She carried a black leather case for sorting papers, placing it on her desk with a weak smile. Her hair was a little frizzy since she had been running and some sweat was on her forehead. "My car broke down and I couldn't get here in time. Now! Let's start?" She smiles, a weird habit for a cheerful teacher and starts her lesson by making the students open their books to page 143.

English was one of Dib's favorite subjects. Even though he has A's in every class, it doesn't mean he likes every class. He 'especially' hates P.E. He doesn't want to run stressful fifty laps that's one fourth of a mile, which means he's going to be running ten miles if you do the math. Ugh... Right... I have Gym right after lunch... Dib lays his head on his hand, his elbow on the desk as he reads along with the teacher silently.

Those pair of eyes were felt on Dib again. It felt unnatural but he knows he felt it somewhere before. Turning his head a little, he looked at Zim and sees he was smirking at him with those devilish indigo eyes. Why is he giving me that look? He gulps down nothing and turns his head away from him and focuses down at his English book. Only about a minute later, he felt something touch his head and a white crumbled up piece of paper fell on the desk. He could only lift an eyebrow and takes a peek over at Zim again and saw his smirk once more. Feeling a shiver down his spine like a rusted dagger, he opens it only to read a note:

Zim has noticed that you've been staring at him a lot. Also, what did you want to tell me? If you don't, I'll use your giant head to feed to... Squirrels! ~Your Almighty Ruler, Zim

Dib lifts an eyebrow and sighs heavily, grabbing his pencil and stealthily writes a note back to the green-skinned freak. First off, I'm not staring. I'm glaring at you. There's a difference from how much stupidity you have behind your thick skull. And I'll tell you after school. He looks at the teacher and sees her back is turned to him and quickly throws it at Zim, seeing him quickly opening it and reading it.

Zim frowns and narrows his eyes at the neat letters. This human dares on telling his future slave master to wait!? He lowly growls and the girl behind him, Zitta, jumps and she backs up a bit. Seeing how Zim is pissed off, you really don't want to make things worse than it already is.

You dare tell Zim to wait!? You will tell me now or I will MAKE you tell me! He throws the paper back, nailing it right on the side of his head and lands on the desk.

Dib didn't faze at the re-crumbled paper ball and opens it, lifting an eyebrow and crumbles it once more. He found no need to really fight with his enemy as he tossed the scrap paper in the recycling bin in front of him. Turning to see Zim's reaction, he bit his lip to keep him from laughing as he sees the most pissed off look he has ever seen. He covers his mouth and a hand and writes down notes on the notebook, avoiding the Irken as he focused on his studies.

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The periods went by quickly, making it seem like minutes instead of a few hours. Dib looks towards the direction on the school cafeteria while opening his green locker. Well... It's now or never. Get it out of the way I guess. He placed some of his past period classes books away and grabbed the other books he needs. Once he has done that, he turned and moved towards the noisiest room in the school; the cafeteria. He felt his heart beat harder and faster the more he moved his trudging feet towards the loud chatting of evil teenagers. There were about 1,425 students in the entire school and there were 2 waves of lunch. Dib was on the second one; the perfect time to talk to Zim and tell him the truth... the truth of what's going on with his leaders for so many years.

Stepping into the always noisy room with the smell of freshly baked pizza (Which by the way has much better lunch than the Elementary school), he looks around the room and sees students, ages fourteen to nineteen talking among themselves like ordinary teenagers or young adults do. Except for one particular person.

He was called the outcast along with the others. He sat at the very corner of the room and always ate lunch by himself (Not really eat but poke at it with a fork), all the free space to himself. "Zim..." The boy with the glasses whispered as if he was right next to him. He felt this sudden nervousness spreading, having goosebumps on his skin that makes it itchy. It was a bad habit and it wasn't necessarily pleasant.

With the minute he stood there, his mind was zoned out, gulping down the agitation down his throat and took slow cautious steps towards that very table.

Zim grumbles as he continued to poke the metal fork at the glop that humans called pizza, all that greasy cheese brings back that terrible memory where he had a zit on his cheek, turning his giant pimple into a puppet called Pustulio. Although it was painful when the pimple popped, he still found it hilarious that all the students were under his hypnotizing control. The Irken smirks with glee before he looks up to see a tall human before him. "What do you want now Dib-stink?" It seemed that the alien was not interested on what his enemy was here, at HIS table.

The scythe lock boy just took a seat in front of the Irken with a frown, "Just..." He sighs heavily and stares at the table in front of him, trying to collect himself of what he is trying to say. What the hell am I suppose to say? Just straight up say that your a defect to your leaders? I can't do that! He clutches onto his head mentally as he tried to think his thoughts through.

Zim stares at the human, narrowing his eyes at him. It was weird to see Dib so flustered like this, making him get impatient and possibly, maybe even he was worried. Not possible. Irkens can't feel such emotions. "Dib-smell..." He called towards him, "Does this have something to do with you wanting to tell me something?" The humans eyes look into the aliens fake indigo eyes and he frowns, nodding a bit, "Y-Yeah but... I... don't know to explain it to you... the best I can..."

"The best you can to what?" The alien narrows his eyes suspiciously. It's tempting however to know what your former enemy needs to say to you but that's just how the Irken is, always selfish and wanting answers for everything. The human looked like he was struggling on what to say before a breath of relief came from him.

"Zim... About you leaders... They-" Just when those next words were about to come out, he was interrupted by the sound of a screaming and happy child. "Zim!" The boy called and ran towards his table, waving his hand back and forth.

"Oh Irk..." The Irken groans in his hand, face-palming with it as well, "Here comes the demon spawn himself..."

As the kid ran closer and closer, Dib turned his head to see who was coming his way and sees a tall, male with curly orange hair, some freckles on his cheeks and a bright smile on his face. You probably already know who he I but he wore a tight light blue t-shirt, black skinny jeans and a black sweatshirt. "You have got to be kidding me..." The boy with the scars said out loud, the kid sitting right next to Zim, making both of the boys seem uncomfortable.

"What's the matter buddy?" The ginger spoke in a happy manner, making Zim have a disgusted shiver down his spine. As the teenager stares at the skin conditioned boy, Zim dropped his hand and makes a fake, cheerful smile, "Nothing's wrong Keef old buddy of mine!" He felt his sto- squeedly-spooch turn from Keef smiling wider than before,

"You haven't said that for a while have you!?" He hugs himself tightly to the point where he thought he was going to explode. Zim smirks in amusement, ready to see the boys head pop and explode. "Oh yeah! I almost forgot!" Keef accelerated, opening up his black backpack he brought with him and pulled out a paper, showing it to Zim. "We never got the chance to hang out so a fair is in order. You wanna come?" The Irken looks down at the paper and took it in his hand as if he was interested and shook his head, crumbling up the paper and throwing it behind him, "Zim isn't interested." He turned down the human, looking forward again to see that Dib was gone.

"Where'd the stink boy go?" He questioned himself, arching an non existing eyebrow. As Zim had said that, Dib was currently at his locker with a big frown on his face. He couldn't do it... He just can't. The alien would be heartbroken and even after all here years, he just wasted his time being here.

Or would he take out his revenge? He wasn't sure. The Irken was so mysterious at times, experiments and inventions made by him. Dib always found Zim to be intelligent, which he is, but he doesn't think his plans through and end up ruining it. Or times where he could of killed Dib when he was a nano in Dib's body. He didn't have to get rid of the memory of the chip, he could of place stupidity on his brain and he wouldn't be smart enough to bring it to Mysterious Mysteries or even show it to someone.

"The Irken is so strange..." He whispered to himself, grabbing his gym bag when the bell rang for next period. All the students in the cafeteria went out as they walked to their next period class. Dib entered the Gymnasium where he left the alien clueless at where he was.