Chapter 2

It was the Friday morning, and Zim, Gaz, and Dib were all walking to school. Dib had a satisfied look on his face, which just happened to annoy his sister.

"Dib, what's wrong with you? You haven't stopped smiling since breakfast," Gaz said.

Dib leaned over to get a look at Zim's thoughtful face. "Oh, nothing…I guess I'm just excited for tomorrow night," he said, stressing the words "tomorrow night." "What about you, Zim? Aren't you excited?"

Zim looked away, from Dib, and coughed. He'd been thinking about the dance and the entire situation for the past couple of days-robbing him of sleep. "I…I…yes, as a matter of fact, I am excited," Zim spoke, hastily.

Gaz looked over at Zim, noticing the bags under his eyes. "Uh, Zim? You OK? You look sleepy."

Zim rubbed his eyes, nearly pulling out one of his contacts. "Oh, yes," he laughed. "I'm fine…just…hungry," he lied. "Yes, I require more food, is all."

Gaz shrugged. "I guess we can go to the cafeteria. I wonder what kind of industrial sludge they dish out at breakfast?"

Zim, Dib, and Gaz made their way into the cafeteria, to get some more breakfast. After each getting a tray of brown slop, (apparently bacon,) they all sat down.

Dib smirked. "So, Zim…don't you have something you wanna ask Gaz?"

Gaz raised an eyebrow, as Zim stopped poking his food. "Alright, what's going on with you two?" she asked.

Zim, panicked, not yet deciding what he would do about the dance, and opted to create a distraction, by throwing his tray in Dib's face, causing him to fall to the floor clutching his face and screaming. "Oh, I suppose Dib will need some help…to the nurses office," he spoke, quickly grabbing Dib by the collar and dragging him out of the room.

Gaz raised an eyebrow, a bit confused, but shrugged, laughing a bit at the whole thing, as the bell for class rang.

Zim managed to get Dib outside, and away from the other students. "Gir," he called into a small watch-like device on his wrist. "Get the Voot Cruiser, and come pick me up, behind the school," Zim ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Gir said, before giggling.

Dib managed to get most of the bacon-sludge off his face, engaging in a tussle with Zim in the back, and managing to fight Zim off by rolling Zim into the grass, which was still wet with dew, causing Zim intense pain, which gave Dib the chance to escape.

"You'll never get me, Zim-all I have to do is wait twenty-four hours until the dance, and then we'll see-but no matter what, I win-you hear me, I win," Dib laughed, as he escaped, just as the Voot Cruiser showed up.

Zim managed to roll himself out of the grass, as GIR approached, a blank expression on the robots' face.

Zim looked at GIR for a moment, but GIR merely looked back.

"Why didn't you go after him!" Zim erupted.

GIR said nothing for a few moments, before a wide smile appeared on his face. "I dun know," he said, hugging Zim.

Zim face palmed. "Fine. GIR, I want you to go back to the house and make sure everything is sealed up-if an ant so much as puts it's nasty little feelers across the fence, I want it blasted, and recorded-do you understand?"

GIR gave a simple nod, and hugged Zim more. "I love lights," he spoke.

Meanwhile…

Gaz sat in class, though noticed Dib and Zim never made it to class.

While was talking to the class about how they'll rot in the ground when they die, Gaz was drawing a picture-a doodle of herself with Zim, with Dib, headfirst in a trashcan.

Gaz smirked, upon finishing her picture.

Zim and Gaz met later that day, at Lunch.

"Hey, Zim. What's up," Gaz said, as she chipped away at he large blue block, that was supposed to pass for blue cheese.

"Oh…um…nothing," Zim said, finding swallowing his food hard, and not just because of it's stone-like texture.

"Zim, is something wrong," Gaz said, not looking at him.

Zim managed to chock down another piece of food, before taking a deep breath. "Actually, Gaz, I was wondering-would you perhaps be…," Zim froze as he began to notice he was beginning to sweat. "What the-,"

"Zim, you look hot. You should do something about that-you're all sweaty and junk," Gaz said, drinking some milk.

Zim tried again to get his point across, and ask Gaz his question, but his body seemed dead set against letting him do so.

Soon, it got to the point where Zim seemed to be fighting his body, throwing himself across the room as he wrestled with himself, drawing the eyes of the entire cafeteria onto him.

Finally, after thrashing around for a good ten minutes, Zim, finally was able to work up the nerve he needed. "G-Gaz…would you…like to go to the dance tomorrow night," he asked, collapsing on the table.

Gaz thought about it for a few moments, before shrugging. "Yeah, sure. I'll go with ya," she said. "Just don't do that again," she warned, before throwing her tray behind her, (hitting a nearby boy, in the process.) "I'm gonna go to the library, so just pick me up tomorrow night," Gaz said, leaving.

Zim was still face-down on the table as Gaz left. "Excellent," he spoke, though his voice was muffled by the table, as the other kids.

Dib laughed as he watched through one of his camera drones at Zim's decision. "Perfect-that means I've all Saturday Night to break into his lab, to reveal Zim to everyone," he said, laughing maniacally.

To be concluded, ASAP.