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Endsville High	By : ManChesterEngland Category: +G through L > Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Views: 5259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Warnings: Beginnings of Slash which is boy-on-boy affection. Also some violence in this chapter but not too bad I don't think.Oh and definite OOC-ness in all characters in this fic.

Chapter 7

Nick gazed down the hallway. ‘Where the hell is she?’

He was waiting for Brittney. They were going to the mall because Brittney needed to get a new outfit for the Carnage concert the next day. He knew she loved the band and he liked them too but he didn’t really see the point of getting a new outfit. It wasn’t like the band was going to notice her anyway.

It was after school and almost everyone had left for either home or, as he had gleaned from some conversations, the mall. The mall was going to be flooded with students shopping for the concert.

Nick frowned as he thought of the rush. ‘Why didn’t they all just shop like last week or something?’

He dropped his skateboard on the floor and got on. He began doing some tricks to pass the time. Anything was better than staring at the rapidly emptying hallway.

“You’re pretty good.”

Nick stopped his goofing off as he heard the statement. He turned to see who had said it and fell off his board when he saw the face, landing heavily on his butt.

Kevin smiled smugly as he looked down at Nick, “I repeat, you’re pretty good, but you’re also very reckless.” He stretched out a hand to help Nick up.

Nick stared at Kevin’s hand then up at Kevin. He couldn’t believe that Kevin was talking to him and offering him his hand. He smiled a bit as he reached up and took Kevin’s hand.

Kevin hauled Nick up. ‘Cute smile’ he thought after helping Nick to his feet.

Nick looked down at himself and brushed his jeans off. He wasn’t sure what to say. He felt like some ditzy girl talking to her crush. He looked up and stretched out his hand. “Hey, I’m…”

“Nick… I know.” Kevin interrupted ignoring Nick’s hand. “So, you’re a skate boarder huh? How long have you been shredding?”

Nick retracted his hand and rubbed it against his jean leg. He forgot that he had introduced himself to the entire class that morning.

“Eh, yeah I’m a boarder and I’ve been with it since I was eight.” He answered.

Kevin nodded then he looked down the hallway. He looked back at Nick, “You waiting for someone?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m waiting for my friend Brittney,” answered Nick.

Kevin nodded. “Is she, like, your girlfriend?” he asked.

Nick frowned slightly and shook his head. For some reason he really didn’t want Kevin to think he was seeing anyone. Don’t ask him why because he sure as hell didn’t know, or at least he didn’t want to think about it.

“No, we’re not like that. We’re just best friends,” said Nick.

Kevin cocked his brow and smiled. Nick couldn’t tell what the smile meant and he didn’t care much as long as the smile was directed at him.

Kevin could see in Nick’s eyes that Nick was infatuated with him already. He had never had someone admire him like this and definitely never this quickly. It turned him on, but also made him want to be nice. Nick was obviously new to this.

Kevin decided to switch gears, “Why’d you deny it like that? Don’t you like her?”

“Oh, no, that’s not it. I just didn’t want you to think I was involved with someone,” Nick stopped.

Kevin’s smile grew wider. 'Does he realize what he just said?’

Nick blushed. 'Shit, I can’t believe I just said that! I made it sound like I want him or something! Oh fuck! I have to fix this.’

“What I mean is… I didn’t want you to think I was taken like you are.” ‘Damn that sounded even worse! And I even mentioned his girlfriend; man, I hope he doesn’t call me on that.’

Kevin almost laughed but he knew if he did the guy would probably die on the spot, so instead he asked, “Who said I was taken?”

Nick blinked. “Mindy told me at lunch,” he answered.

Kevin cocked his brow, “Is that what you were talking about when you were with her?” He knew he was putting Nick in an uncomfortable position but he couldn’t resist. He really wanted to see Nick blush again it looked really good under Nick’s olive toned skin, besides he also really did want to know what they’d been talking about.

Just as expected, Nick colored to a beautiful red. “NO! That’s not what we were talking about! I had asked her after I saw you with Naz in the hallway.”

“Why’d you ask?”

Nick’s blush deepened. ‘This is not happening! Oh please let me wake up!’ pleaded Nick desperately in his mind. What was he going to say now? That he wanted to know because… BECAUSE WHAT? He wasn’t even sure why he wanted to know.

Nick’s frustration grew. This stunk! He finally got to talk to Kevin and everything he said sounded wrong. He might as well leave now while he still had an ounce of dignity left. Screw Brittney, he was out of here.

Nick hung his head slightly and turned to leave. He felt Kevin’s hand on his upper arm restraining him. Nick’s arm heated up where Kevin was holding him and he felt electricity run down his spin. Oh wow! He couldn’t believe what Kevin’s hand was doing to him but he knew he didn’t want Kevin to let go.

Kevin spun him around to face him again. “It’s ok if you don’t want to answer. I understand,” smiled Kevin reassuringly. “And if it means anything, I’m not taken. Naz is just my best friend.”

Nick smiled. He didn’t know why but he felt extremely happy. Kevin was single now he could… he could… he could what? He frowned a bit as something occurred to him. If they were just friends then why would Mindy say she had seen them making out? She didn’t seem that vindictive that she would make something like that up.

“Then how come you make out with her?” he heard himself asking before he even had time to think.

Kevin let go of Nick’s arm. His smile faded a little and then it returned but it was smaller, “What did you do with Mindy? Did you, like, discuss my whole personal life or something?”

Though he was smiling Nick heard the slight anger (or was it irritation?) in Kevin’s voice. He rubbed his arm and looked away. He just wanted Kevin to hold him again. ‘Damn, this dude makes me act like some fucking chic or something. I’ve never had so many mood swings in all my life.’

Nick mumbled under his breath, “She said that was the reason she believed you guys were going out. I didn’t directly ask her or anything.”

Nick snuck a glance at Kevin trying to see his reaction. He wanted to say “I swear” as well but somehow he knew it would sound very desperate, and he didn’t want a repeat of the awkward situation Kevin had let him out of just a couple of minutes earlier.

Kevin sighed a little, “Well, Naz and I used to date. But we broke up a while back… I did some stuff. We’re friends now and nothing more though on occasion when we’re drunk or just having fun we tend to make out.” Kevin smiled sheepishly, “Old habits die hard I guess.”

Nick really liked that Kevin was being this honest with him though he wasn’t sure what the reason behind Kevin’s honesty was. He felt slightly jealous, (‘jealous? Why should I feel jealous?’), that Kevin ‘occasionally’ made out with Naz but he was in no position to say that. So instead he just nodded and smiled like he understood.

Kevin smiled back at Nick then asked, “Are you going to be at the Carnage concert tomorrow night?”

Nick’s smile grew wide and he dropped his hand that had still been rubbing unconsciously where Kevin had held him, “Yeah definitely, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Are you going to be there?” Nick hoped he said yes.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Man, he loved Nick’s smile and he really loved being the cause of it.

Nick couldn’t contain the joy he felt, “Well, I guess I’ll see you there, right?”

Kevin nodded but his smile faded to a crooked line tilting to one corner, “Maybe, but you can never tell. Concerts can get really crazy, so it’s really hard to see anyone.”

Nick’s smile faltered. He knew that Kevin was simply stating fact but he had been excited at the possibility of seeing him there. “Oh yeah, you’re right,” said Nick crestfallen.

Kevin didn’t think, he reached out and tilted Nick’s chin up so he was looking at him. They were so close now their noses were almost touching.

“Don’t feel down,” he smiled slightly. “I’ll see you around school tomorrow. Who knows, maybe we could hang out some at lunch.”

Nick looked at Kevin’s eyes. His eyes were dark; they looked almost black. Nick felt his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat as he got lost in those dark pools. They were drawing him in and Nick felt like he was drowning. Slowly without even realizing, he focused on Kevin’s lips. His lips were pink and were shaped into a thin delicate line. Up close Nick thought Kevin’s lips looked like they’d been glossed. His bottom lip shined and beckoned him closer.

Nick found himself wanting nothing more than to taste Kevin. He wanted to know if that was really lip-gloss on Kevin’s lips and if it was, he wanted to find out its flavor first hand. He felt himself lean up to Kevin and his eyes drifting closed as he tilted his head then he realized what he was doing.

‘Shit, what’s wrong with me?’ Nick quickly pulled back and almost slammed into his locker behind him. He quickly looked away, completely embarrassed. He blushed mightily as he squeaked, “I… I… em… t-that would be cool. I’ll see you around.”

Kevin smiled. He knew Nick had just thought about kissing him. In fact he had been waiting to see how far Nick would go. He wondered slightly on what he would have done if Nick had closed the gap completely. His smile turned smug.

“Look, I have to go now. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kevin waved as he left. When he was a while away he shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned, ‘Christmas came early this year.’

Kevin walked outside the school doors and detoured to the student parking lot. He waved when he spotted Naz by his car. He couldn’t wait to tell her his progress.

Nick waved slightly as Kevin took his leave, then he frowned. ‘UGH! I am such an IDIOT! What type of freak acts the way I just did?’

Nick ran a hand through his hair effectively messing up his perfect locks. How could he have been so stupid? He had completely lost his cool! At least no one he knew was there to witness his complete and utter humiliation.

‘I almost kissed him! I leaned up and was about to plant a smacker to a guy I just met… A GUY I just met!’ Nick turned and banged his head on his locker. ‘I bet he hates me but was just being nice. Tomorrow he’ll probably forget I’m alive. Or worse he’ll notice me but would laugh at my face whenever I came near. He might be like “hey this guy tried to kiss me yesterday.”’

Nick groaned and continued his self inflicted punishment with more fervor. He felt a hand on his shoulder. If it was Kevin, Nick just wanted someone to shoot him now. He turned to see Brittney.

Brittney was staring at Nick like he had lost his mind. “Nick, is that really necessary? I don’t think the conversation went that bad,” she said.

Nick looked at her wide-eyed. He shoved himself off his locker to stare intently at her. What did she just say?

She smiled slightly at his shocked expression, “Yea, you heard me. I don’t think the conversation went that bad.”

Nick frowned. He couldn’t believe his own best friend had eavesdropped on his conversation. Realization dawned and his expression became one of horror. ‘SHIT! SHE HAD SEEN ME CAVE!’

Brittney saw him frown and then she saw his horror. Quickly she said, “Don’t get me wrong I didn’t hear what you were talking about. I stayed away when I saw you guys talking. I just peeked occasionally from the corner to see how it was going.”

“But you didn’t hear anything?” asked Nick frowning slightly again.

“No, I didn’t,” she patted him on his shoulder as he sighed and relaxed. She smiled evilly, “I didn’t need to anyway. I could tell that you liked him just from watching your body language.”

“WHAT?!” yelled Nick. She had not just said what he thought she said. He glared, “I do not like him.”

Brittney frowned and crossed her arms, “Yes you do. I saw you stare at him in home room. Then, I saw you stare at him at lunch. Then, I saw your face crash when you heard he was taken. And just now, I saw you blush, you never blush, and all he was doing was talking to you.” She decided to leave out the part of him leaning up to kiss the guy. She didn’t think Nick would be able to take that.

She uncrossed her arms, “If that doesn’t mean you like him, then I don’t know what does.”

Nick blinked. He couldn’t deny anything she just said, but he didn’t want to admit it either. Admitting it would be saying that he did like Kevin and saying he liked Kevin was saying he was gay. And he wasn’t.

“I do NOT like him,” he ground out. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.

Brittney rolled her eyes, “Fine, whatever, you don’t like him. Can we please go to the mall?” She knew she wasn’t going to win this argument this way. She’d just wait till he couldn’t deny it anymore.

Nick breathed again. “Yeah, sure, why not… We’ve spent a lot of time here as it is.” He grabbed his skateboard and his book-bag then headed out with Brittney following close behind.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Billy slammed against the brick wall and fell to the ground. He had always had a high tolerance for pain but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel it and right now, he felt a lot of pain.

Why the hell hadn’t he screamed for help when Sperg had grabbed him and dragged him outside? Why was he just keeping his mouth shut as all the life was pummeled from his body? Why did he keep getting up when he knew Sperg was just going to knock him down again? Why?

Well… maybe it had something to do with the fact that he missed this. And he enjoyed it immensely.

Billy hadn’t realized he liked this till Sperg had first drawn blood. He had thought the reason he didn’t scream for help at the start was because Sperg had threatened him with his life. He had thought the reason he kept quiet was because he feared increased beating if he spoke. But immediately Sperg had punched him in his belly and he spat blood as he crumpled to the ground smiling slightly, he knew then that this was the moment he had been waiting for. He knew that he had missed this so much and that was why he had let this happen, why he was still letting it happen.

Sperg kicked him in his gut and he coughed more phloem and blood.

He loved it when Mandy had time to rough him up. When she had stopped and he was not being bullied, he had been the one to provoke Sperg. He had been the one that craved pain so much that he had gone after the core of all his pain and suffering. Sperg had hounded him mercilessly after that. Where Mandy had emptied, Sperg had filled and he was graciously still filling, making sure he never ran out or emptied again.

When the beatings had gotten worse, Billy was sure he had genuinely wanted saving then and had been grateful when Mandy had saved him. The problem was, Mandy had grown up and didn’t feel the need to beat him as much. She still bossed him around but there was no longer as much physical pain.

Billy realized now that he loved the pain. It was like a drug to him; so deadly and oh so satisfying. Mandy always held back when she beat him but Sperg held nothing back. Sperg beat him like he was a rabid dog. Sperg pounded him like he was nothing more than an insect, maybe a spider. Billy hated spiders. He shivered.

“What’s wrong Billy?” taunted Sperg as he lifted Billy off the ground. “Cat got your tongue? Why aren’t you calling for help?”

Billy coughed some more blood as he tried to speak. It hurt so much to move his mouth. His lip had multiple cuts and they were bleeding profusely. He couldn’t feel his jaw and he was sure it was either broken or dislocated. He needed the beating to stop now but he couldn’t open his mouth wide enough to yell.

“C-can’t t-talk,” he managed to whisper, pain etched into every word.

How ironic. He hadn’t wanted to call for help at the beginning but now that he was losing consciousness and couldn’t feel his lower face anymore, he was physically incapable of calling for help. Great! All he had wanted was a little pain, now he was going to die from it.

Sperg grimaced at the image Billy made. ‘I guess I got too carried away. I didn’t want to hurt him this much. What if he fucking dies on me? What am I gonna do then?’

Sperg dropped Billy and frowned at him. Billy made such a messy pile at his feet. Sperg looked at his shirt. Great, he had Billy’s blood all over him. He sighed and looked around. He wanted to get help for Billy but didn’t want to turn himself in while doing it.

‘Damn, I should’ve stopped at the third round when he still had fight in him that way he would’ve been able to crawl away.’

Sperg was getting really nervous. Billy couldn’t die when he still had all this incriminating shit on him. Sperg’s hand shook. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboros. He pulled out a stick. He was shaking so much he almost couldn’t light it but somehow he managed.

He took a long draw and blew out the smoke, “Fuck Billy, why didn’t you beg me to stop or call for help like you normally do?”

He finished the cigarette in two more long draws. His nerves were effectively shot. He was going to jail for sure if Billy didn’t move soon. Fuck, he was eighteen! How many years does one get for homicide? ‘Maybe they’ll go easy on me. I’m a first offender.’

Damn! He sat next to Billy’s body and fumbled for another cigarette. This time he knocked them all over the ground and couldn’t light the one he picked so he gave up. He looked at Billy again.

“Shit Billy! Wake the fuck up!” he yelled shaking Billy’s shoulder.

Billy groaned slightly then he managed to cough. Sperg was grateful for the show of life but he needed Billy to get up, or not get up, and go for help on his own.

He shook Billy again and whispered, “Billy?”

In reply he heard Billy barely mouth a name, “Mandy?”

Almost like lightning Mandy stood in front of Sperg. He gasped and trembled to his feet using the wall as support. He was terrified. How had she gotten here so fast? Even more unnerving was the question, how had she heard that wimpy call?

Mandy looked down at Billy’s battered body then at Sperg. Her face was dark. Grim suddenly appeared next to her with his scythe in hand. Mandy took a step towards Sperg as Grim walked over to Billy and picked him up.

“You couldn’t even wait an extra day,” she stated, picking up his discarded lighter. She looked at it slightly fascinated as she watched the fire burn.

Sperg gulped. What the hell was she going to do to him this time? Each time he got caught by Mandy she did something different to him. The first time he was beaten like normal, the next time he was put into a two day coma, then she had twisted his limbs in ways he never thought possible without breaking them, now she had fire.

He didn’t know why he didn’t just avoid Billy to avoid the pain but he just couldn’t help it. He needed to beat Billy. He needed to torture the boy to within an inch of his life. And he didn’t mind Mandy beating him either, as long as he lived to get Billy later. He hated fire though, especially in her hands. He gulped again.

Mandy picked up one of his cigarettes and lit it. She took a puff of it and then frowned. Her face showed abstract disgust as she flicked it away. Then she bent and picked up all his cigarettes, lighting every single one. She walked over to him and held them to his neck. She positioned them right next to his carotid artery.

“I hope it burns deep enough,” she said, sounding bored as she pushed them all at once unto his skin.

Sperg stifled a scream as he closed his eyes. It hurt like hell. He endured it for a while then he felt blood on his neck. He needed to get away. He was sure if she let him she would burn his artery and let him bleed to death. He shoved Mandy and tried to make a break for it.

She grabbed his arm and twisted it bringing him to his knees. Sperg didn’t feel anything for a second then he was overwhelmed with intense pain as he felt his shoulder dislocate from its joint. He screamed and shut his eyes against the tears. He wished she just beat him up like he had done to Billy.

Mandy looked at him with cold eyes. “I want to break all your bones, I want to see you beg for death… but you didn’t break Billy’s bones, so I guess it wouldn’t be fair.”
She leaned in closer. “I don’t want to hurt you like you hurt Billy. I want to do so much worse. You know, just for the practice.” Her scowl darkened, “But mark my words, if we ever have to meet like this again I will not hesitate to torture you and make sure you are nothing more than an empty shell of what you once were.” She released his arm leaving it in its dislocated state.

Sperg was fighting back tears but still they leaked through his eyes. He wasn’t sure what was worse, being beaten or having bones popped at will. His neck was still bleeding as well.

Sperg watched with tear filled eyes as Mandy walked away making sure to step on the fingers of his good arm effectively crushing them underfoot. Sperg knew she must have broken his already weak knuckles. He stayed down and watched till he couldn’t see her black boots anymore. Then when he was sure he was alone and no one was there to knock him back down, he hobbled to his feet holding his disjointed arm with his crushed fingers. He gritted his teeth and wobbled, bleeding and beaten, to his home.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dib walked out of the school doors after 30 minutes of waiting in the science lab. He hated the after school rush when everyone just wanted to be out of school so he always waited till they were all gone. He squinted eyeliner darkened eyes in the afternoon light and looked around. He wasn’t sure if Gaz had waited for him. He smiled. Actually, he doubted that she waited for him but it was polite to at least look.

Dib shrugged when he confirmed his hypothesis that Gaz had already left and stuffed his right hand in one of his numerous coat pockets. A light breeze blew and made his coat billow about him like a cape. His smile grew wider. Dib really loved his trench coat. He made to leave when he heard someone speak to him.

“She’s still here, Dib. She’s in her classroom.”

Dib looked over his shoulder to see Tak, the only other Irken Invader who had also been living on earth for quite a while now. Dib wondered if either she or Zim would ever take over this filthy, polluted planet.

Dib sighed and looked forward again. “How’d you know?” he asked without turning.

“I’ve been watching her,” said Tak walking over to stand next to Dib. “Plus, I was just talking to her a couple of minutes ago and I figured you might be out by now. I came to make sure you don’t leave her.”

Dib nodded then asked, “Why have you been watching her?”

“Why has Zim been watching you?” Tak countered.

Dib frowned. “Touché,” he said.

Why had Zim been watching him? That tended to be all Zim was doing lately… Watching him and staring without actually attacking. Dib looked at Tak. “Is this ‘watching’ an Irken thing?”

Tak smiled a little, “You could call it that.”

“What does that mean?” pried Dib.

“It means you humans do it too. It’s just more intense with Irkens,” she smiled smugly at the fact that Dib was completely clueless.

Dib frowned even more. “Everything is more intense with you Irkens,” he mumbled under his breath. He knew he was missing something very important in what she was saying but he couldn’t for the life of him put his finger on it.

“Ok then, could you go get Gaz? I’ll go bring the car around,” he walked off to the parking lot.

Tak nodded and walked back into school. She arrived at Gaz’s classroom door and she reached for the door knob, then all of a sudden she stopped.

Tak rolled her eyes and let her hand drop. “Yes Zim?” she asked the Irken she knew stood behind her.

Zim scowled and grabbed Tak’s hand using it to spin her around forcing her to face him. “What did you say to the Dib-beast?”

Tak sighed, “I told him where his sister was and now I’m fetching her for him.”

Zim narrowed his eyes. “When did you and the Dib-worm become so close? You were talking to him like he was your,” Zim made a disgusted face, “… friend.”

Tak smiled mischievously. “At least I can call him that,” she rounded on Zim. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted Zim? Didn’t you always want Dib to be your friend?”

Zim growled and slammed her against the door, “Zim does not need any friends. Zim does not require the companionship of one as lowly as the Dib-monkey.”

“Then why are you choking me?” growled Tak in return as her breath was squeezed from her throat.

Zim scowled even more at what she said. Why indeed was he choking her? “Zim is choking you… because Zim feels like it.”

Tak struggled to breathe. She knew she could take Zim but she was waiting for something to happen.

“Let her go, Zim.” Ah, there it was! It was what she’d been waiting for.

Zim let Tak go and turned to face Dib. He was met by Dib’s chest. Dib was really tall and he towered over Zim. No matter how much Zim tinkered with his PAK he could never get it to increase his height to a worthy match for Dib. He had become resigned to the fact that the Dib would always tower over him, but that didn’t mean he was better than him.

Zim looked up at Dib and locked with Dib’s amber colored eyes. This was the closest he’d been to the Dib-worm in two months. He felt slightly intimidated and stupidly… at-tract-ed… WHAT? How could he be attracted to the Dib-beast? This was not right. He must be mistaken. Irken invaders did not feel petty things like ‘attraction.’ He needed to get away.

Zim took a step back.

Dib looked down at Zim who was at least a foot shorter than him and watched as the Irken stepped away from him. Dib cocked his eyebrow. Of all the responses he had gotten from Zim this was definitely new. Zim never, not in a million years, backed away from him. Dib took a step closer.

Zim took another step back.

Tak saw they would soon have her cornered if she stayed where she was so she got away from the door. Great, Gaz was still in there. She hoped their fight didn’t last too long.

Zim kept backing up and Dib kept moving forward till Zim felt his back hit the door. ‘Great Irk! I cornered myself.’ Zim shut his eyes. What was this weird feeling in his belly?

Dib was really confused now. Why in the world was Zim acting like he feared him? Dib frowned, “Ok Zim, I give, what are you doing?”

Zim opened a single eye, “What do you mean, Dib-monkey?

Dib waved his hand over Zim, “This Zim. Why are you acting like you’re afraid?”

Zim stood straight then, “What do you mean ‘afraid’? Zim fears NOTHING.”

Dib rolled his eyes and smiled a little. Good, his little alien wasn’t broken. Dib grabbed Zim’s arm and Zim’s eyes widened even bigger.

‘Why is the stink beast touching Zim? I said I wasn’t afraid, but I’m feeling something really weird. Am I sick?’

Dib pulled Zim towards him then grabbed him with both hands.

“What do you think you’re doing stink beast?” squeaked Zim. He didn’t like what Dib’s touch was doing to his system. And he especially didn’t like how his voice had sounded just now. He wanted nothing more than to pull even farther away from Dib and his tall chest. ‘Really tall chest…’

“I need to get my sister and you’re in the way,” stated Dib like it was really obvious. He cocked his brow, “Are you okay Zim? You seem really nervous about something.”

Zim shook his head, “It’s nothing Dib-worm.” He was still facing the muscular wall that was Dib’s chest. ‘Tall, hard, muscled chest…’

Dib shrugged and when Zim was steady, Dib lifted him aside and placed him away from the door. Zim looked at Dib’s arms as he opened the door now that he didn’t block it.

‘The Dib has very strong arms. Why didn’t I ever notice before? He picked me up like I was paper!’ Zim tried not to stare at Dib but he was enthralled. ‘He has strong arms, tall chest, long legs, muscles and strength and height… sexy. I wonder how his skin feels…’ Zim looked away and gulped. He must be sick, oh so very, very sick.

Dib poked his head into the class. In the corner away from the light sat a purple haired girl. She was very pale and was staring at something in her hands.

Gaz was a terrifying girl most of the time but age had mellowed her. She was less prone to rain doom on unsuspecting offenders and was generally nicer, if one considered the occasional ‘hello’ she said. Her purple hair had grown longer but it remained in its characteristic style surrounding her face. She still had on her skull chain and she still wore black and purple with boots. All that changed in her attire was the style of her outfits.

At the moment, Gaz was dressed in a purple gown that had a low v-neck cut and long sleeves. The gown was short and ended mid-thigh. It looked more like a Halloween costume because it was ripped at the hemline, neckline, and the bottom of the sleeves but it was fitting and somehow one could tell it was a normal dress not a costume. On top of the dress was a black corset laced up tightly behind her, it looked like she couldn’t breathe in the thing. She had fish net stockings on her legs and they disappeared into her knee length boots. Her boots were plain black with laces; she didn’t feel like steeled toe boots today. Her nails were black and her eyes were darkened with liner. On her neck she wore a spiked chocker in addition to her skull chain but her wrists were left bare. Both of her ears had at least four piercings and consequently earrings and her nose was pierced as well.

Gaz looked up from the Game Slave in her hand and blew a bubble. She was munching on gum. When it popped she spoke sounding peeved, “Is it time to go already?”

Dib nodded, “It’s been time to go for a while, but a certain green alien got in my way.” He stepped in and stood at the doorway, “You ready?”

Gaz got up and shoved her game into her bag. She slung the handle over her shoulder and the bag itself rested on her hip. It was black in color and was covered in stickers and buttons of bands and death-like gore stuff. She walked over to Dib and blew another bubble. Dib popped it and smiled.

Gaz looked mildly irritated at that and walked past him into the hallway. She didn’t hate Dib as much now, but she still didn’t like him either. She had become more tolerant when he had saved her from one of Zim’s hair brained plans about 2 years ago. It was then she had realized her brother could actually take her and win in a fair fight… that is if he tried. She had lost her hold on him.

Gaz smiled grimly, ‘Lucky I don’t fight fair.’

Dib followed Gaz out into the hallway and made a point of completely ignoring Zim as he walked by.

Gaz stopped by Tak. She looked her in the eyes and her expression lightened just a little bit, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Tak nodded and smiled slightly, “Sure, I’ll see you then.”

They both waved as they parted. Dib watched them and cocked his brow. ‘Am I missing something here?’

If Dib was not mistaken, there was a definite undertow that he knew had never existed prior to today. Dib shrugged. He wasn’t in the mood to get worked up about weird behaviors, he had to get home and watch Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mysteries.

“Bye, Tak,” he waved as he passed her.

Zim looked at Dib’s retreating back and felt really weird that the Dib-beast was leaving without saying goodbye to him. ‘I can not believe the earth-stink is leaving without saying goodbye! We’ve known each other longer! Zim deserves a farewell more than that… that… Tak-bitch… Look at her smug face. Zim shall crush her face under his foot.’

Dib stopped at the door to the school. ‘Maybe I should say bye to Zim, it’s only fair.’

Dib turned and looked at Zim. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Zim,” he called then he turned and left, not waiting for Zim’s response.

Zim looked at his feet then he mumbled under his breath, “See you tomorrow, Dib.” He didn’t want the Dib to think he was being friendly.

Tak looked at Zim and rolled her eyes. ‘Great Irk, he is such a disgrace. No wonder he got kicked out. He doesn’t even know what’s going on with his system yet.’ She walked over to Zim.

Zim scowled at her, “What do you want?”

“You need to check you’re PAK on its dates. This is a very important time and you don’t even realize it.”

Zim scowled even more. “Zim’s PAK is in great working condition and Zim does not need to check it. I can assure you,” he paused to look at her in disdain, “Tak… that I do not need to check my dates on this so called important time.”

Tak knew he was going to say that. He still liked to be delusional on his ‘greatness’. “Fine, but when you start feeling the pressure, don’t you dare come crawling to me as the only other Irken on this planet.” She turned and left.

‘…Pressure? What does she mean by pressure?’ Zim looked at his body. ‘Could it be…? Great Irk! I must get to my base!’

Zim raced out of school, praying and hoping to whatever gods existed that whatever Tak was saying was anything but true.
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