Chapter five- Date night: Part one.

"Gaz, wait!" Zim yelled.

She didn't wait. Instead, she started making her way through the bothersome crowd. Well, "making her way" maybe weren't the right words used to describe it. They parted way and formed two perfect lines around the fuming girl. Nobody in their right mind would have defied Gaz. Tak tried that and she'd ended up in the nurse's office. But again; nobody in their right mind.

Footsteps continued to run after her as she trudged through. "I command you to stay!" The Irken commander ordered again.

They had already lost the crowd and were now alone. Gaz stopped moving when she'd gotten to her locker and slowly turned around to face him momentarily before going back to doing what she'd been doing. "What do you want, Zim?" She grumbled. "I'm busy, so hurry up."

He closed his eyes quickly to process the fact that she had even bothered listening to him in the first place. Maybe they were getting somewhere after all. He quickly explained, "I read that humans go on things called 'dates'."

She turned around again and shot him a look that told him she questioned whether he was an idiot or just insane. She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. "Yeah. What's your point, Zim, besides being a raving idiot?"

She really did hate him, didn't she?! It was almost exhilarating. "We could go on one," he beamed, thinking his idea was absolutely brilliant and that he was absolutely faultless and amazing in every way imaginable.

Gaz thought the idea less so. She slammed her locker closed quickly and whipped around to face him completely. "No."

He scowled immediately dropped. The Gaz-Beast was displeased? He wouldn't take no for an answer this time. "I've already gotten us reservations," he informed her firmly. "And you will attend. This meal is mandatory!"

"Fine," conceded Gaz before his voice cracked an octave higher. "But if it's at something stupid, fancy restaurant, I'll seriously hurt you 'cause there's no way I'm going to get dressed up for you. And if this leaks out to any of the idiots that attend this school, you will be sorry."

Zim made a mental note to ask Computer if it were possible to cancel a reservaton. But an evil thought crossed his mind, dissauding him of thar notion. Maybe he wouldn't cancel, after all. I wonder what Gaz would look like in formal wear. Namely, in a dress.

Cue evil laughter from so-said raving lunetic.

Needless to say, all kids were eager to escape the "Doom, doom, doom," of Ms. Bitters, even if they immediately had to go straight to lunch. Only a person would steel lungs would be able to even inhale the scent looming in the air. It would be a god to be able to digest the food properly without getting sick.

Zim was neither of these things. Dib presently sat across from him, glaring at his obvious alien existence. Zim tried to calmly eat the food as peacefully as it would allow him before causing his body to erupt into a fit of stomach cramps and organ damage. Gaz sat beside him and snickered.

She even laughed when he began choking before coming to his rescue with the heimlich maneuver. "You idiot. Don't you know anything?" She scolded him with a glare. "Today's food is especially toxic. Better skip for today and try for suicide tomorrow."

He crossed his arms and scoffed. "For your information, Human, the Almighty Zim was not trying to kill himself."

Gaz raised an eyebrow. "Either way, eating that stuff will kill you sooner or later."

"Then what do you suggest I do, Love-pig?"

Her scowled deepened by inches. "First off, don't call me that. Second, why are you asking me? I'm less likely than my idiot brother to give you health tips."

With that, she pulled out her Game Slave 2 and proceeded to ignore the alien dimwitted beside her. Tak snorted and raised an eyebrow at Zim. He narrowed his eyes and scowled at his female counterpart.

Though they both had to admit Gaz had a point on that one. To give him health tips would have been a nice thing to do, and if you asked anyone, they'd say the same thing: Gaz was FAR from nice. Even a narcissist like Zim could see how much she hated him and the rest of the world. There was no way to kid himself about that one.

However, like most narcissists, he completely missed the point. "Tell me anyway."

The look he cast her warned her to be nice. They had a deal to complete, after all. The dark haired girl frowned at the silent reminder. "Fine. One; never eat the food here. Bring something from home next time. Two, your voice is making me sick. And three; don't ever bother me again, Zim..."

She went back to slaying her vampire piggies and cursing them as she did so. Zim could've smile at the girl he'd managed to bag. Dib took this as a sign that his sister was starting to break free of Zim's evil mind control. Be strong, Gaz! He silently willed her.

Tak rolled her eyes. "What was that I said before about her being a fan of your's? Oh, that's right... I still think she hates you."

Zim opened his mouth to protect his cover. But someone got there before him.

Gaz didn't left her gaze. But she'd heard the bratty Irken's comment. "Shut up, Tak. Maybe I was wrong before. Maybe it's your voice I hate. So seal you lips before you force me to do it for you."

Zim's eyes widened. Gaz had come to his defense. Why? He shook his head and remembered their deal. She'd done it because if their cover got blown, she'd lose her benefits. Apparently Bloaties was worth this much to her.

No more snide comments passed through the Irken commander's lips after the warning. She'd been the victim of Gaz's wrath bad enough to know she would do anything to avoid it at any cost again.

"Gaz," Dib gasped. "Tak was just trying to help you. We know Zim has been mind controlling you!"

His younger sister scoffed. And here these goody-goody idiots thought she needed their protection. Why couldn't their pitiful brains piece it together that she could take them both down with a blink of the eye, if she so chose to?

Obviously she hasn't been blunt enough first time. Either way, she'd just have to try harder. Grabbing her brother's shirt collar, she pulled his forward and glared into his eyes. "Get this through your thick head, Dib," she growled. "I'm here because I chose to be. Mind control has nothing to do with it, so drop your stupid hypothesis and stop trying to fix what's not broken." Her eyes flicked towards Tak. Both. Of. You."

She released her grip and backed away from the table. "Hey, you," she snapped at a dumbfounded Zim. His eyes jerked into attention. He was surprised to see that somehow her expression had softened. "Let's get out of here. I'd had enough of prying eyes following me everywhere I go."

She didn't wait for his response, instead walking away without bothering to check if he was coming after her. Naturally, he'd taken it as his cue to stand up and follow after her. And true to her word, prying eyes followed them wherever they went.

The rest to come soon. Thank you for all your great reviews. They're always a big help. XD