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Iz Moth (Uncensored and Complete)	By : PsychoHanyo Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality Views: 3714 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Invader Zim. All characters, locations, and themes thereof belong to Jhonen Vasquez. I make no money off of this fanfiction.

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PsychoHanyo: Welcome to another update, everyone!

Disclaimer: I own nothing outside of Krill and The Mask. All characters, locations, species, and such belong to Jhonen C. Vasquez, creator of all that is good.

000

Dib sat in his English classroom, twirling a pencil between his fingers. This class was torture, even though his friends were in it. Dib let his mind wander while his teacher spoke. Why had Zim lied yesterday? Sure, he didn’t know Dib or his friends too well, but that wasn’t a real excuse to lie every two seconds and come up with a completely convoluted story. Dib didn’t know what, if anything, Zim had said was true. Maybe he was lying about everything. Even his age. Did he even have a mother? Maybe it was just him and his dad. Or maybe it was just him. But that didn’t make sense, unless he was about 18 or so. Maybe he’d been here for a while. He didn’t really have to have just moved to town yesterday…right? That made no sense. Why would he be roaming around the day he moved into a new town? Unless…he really did get into a fight with his mother and left, but he didn’t have money to be able to buy food, so he lied his way out of it…with three or four lies? That still made no sense, but it was the only thing he could think of. The bell rang and snapped Dib out of his reverie. The teacher never noticed if her students weren’t listening, so he knew he wasn’t in trouble. Sara was at his desk in an instant. “Hey, Dib.” She greeted.
“Hey, Sara.” Dib said, before yawning. “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing.” She giggled. “Just making sure we’re still on for Sunday, is all.”
“Yeah, nothing’s changed.”
“Cool.” She giggled. “See you in lunch!”
“Okay.”
She left. Torque was at Dib’s side next. “Math, man, come on.” He said. “Damn, Sara’s a bit annoying.”
Dib picked up his unopened backpack and led Torque out, to where Rob and Brian were waiting for them.
“She’s just excited is all.” Dib shook his head.
“Hey, Dib, got some news for you. About Zim.” Rob said.
“What about him?” Dib didn’t really care, but why were his cheeks all red? Damn it!
“Well, I saw Keef earlier and, get this. Zim went to the club we were outside after he ditched us.”
“Serious?” Torque laughed. “Maybe Keef was right.”
“Or maybe he just wanted to see if we were right.” Dib responded, shaking his head.
“Man, you hardly know him, stop defending him.” Brian ordered.
“It’s true, though. He didn’t come off as gay to me.” Dib said. “Why were you talking to Keef, anyway?”
“I wasn’t. He was behind me in line for kickball in gym and started talking.” Rob scoffed. “Pain in my rear end.”
Keef approached them. “Hey, guys!” He greeted. “You will never guess what!”
“Zim was at the gay club with you last night?” Dib asked. “Yeah, we know.”
“Ye-ah, but he’s also here.”
“In school?” Dib took a step back. He wasn’t ready to see Zim yet!
“Uh-huh! I just showed him where the office was so he could get a schedule.” Keef said. “I didn’t think he was coming this week, but he said he had been shopping at the mall and a Security Guard had noticed that he was school age, so he was forced into coming here. A cop was waiting outside to make sure he came in and everything!” Keef burst into a bright smile. “I hope I have some classes with him! What about you, Dib?”
“Not after yesterday.” Torque said before Dib could. “Zim lied to us a bit.”
“Yeah, I know.” Keef nodded. “He told me at the club. I don’t think he’s happy about having done that. So who won the game last night?”
“Oh, you know.” Dib said. “That team. With the colors.”
Keef giggled. “Not helpful.”
“The Bills.” Torque said. “Game sucked.” He must have checked the scores online when he went home.
“Sorry to hear that.” Keef smiled. “Oh, hey, there’s Zim! I’m gonna go talk to him. See you guys later!”
Dib shook his head. “Let’s go before he comes over here.”
His friends followed him towards math class, laughing and joking all the way.

000

Zim took a step back as Keef almost ran into him.
“Hey, new buddy!” He said with a smile. “What class are you in next?” He took Zim’s schedule from him before he could read it. “Math, huh? Ooh, you have it with me and Dib and the others!”
“Uh…Dib…?” Zim gulped. He really didn’t want to see Dib yet after he made an ass of himself already.
“Yeah!” Keef smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure they’re not mad about everything from yesterday. And if they are, then you can just hang with me!” He looked Zim’s schedule over again. “OMG, we have a lot of classes together! Even lunch! Cool! Come on, let’s go to math before we’re late.”
He grabbed Zim by the wrist and started dragging him off. People were staring.
“Uh…Keef…people are watching.” Zim retched his hand away.
“Oh, probably just wondering who you are is all. You are of course, the newest thing here! Besides that pile of vomit over there.” He pointed.
“Um…that’s disgusting.”
“Very.” Keef nodded. “You’re just going to love our math teacher. He makes class so much fun! I hated math until I met MR. C.”
“Mr. C?”
“Mr. Calvin, actually, but we all call him Mr. C. You’ll like him. Promise.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Well, here we are.” Keef pushed Zim into the class ahead of himself. Zim stumbled into the room and heard instant whispers, some about him. He flushed as Keef pushed him to the teacher.
“Hey, Mr. C!” Keef greeted cheerfully. “This is Zim. He’s new here!”
“Hello then, Zim.” Mr. C smiled. “You like math?”
“Um…not my strong suit, but it’s not bad.” Zim responded. Wow, that’s the first thing you’ve said that’s true since you got here! Good boy!
“Excellent.” Mr. C smiled broadly. “I see Keef’s made it his job to introduce you to everyone, hm?”
Zim nodded. “You can say that again.”
“Keef, why don’t you take a seat?” MR. C asked. “We’ll get Zim a spot once everyone else shows up.”
“Okay, Mr. C!” Keef pat Zim on the back before leaving.
Zim flushed as he felt all eyes on him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dib and his friends from yesterday in the back corner. Dib caught his gaze, scowled, and then turned away. So he was mad at him. Damn. Oh well. He had Keef, not the best thing to happen to him so far, but better than nothing. Mr. C seemed to notice the behavior because he pulled a seating chart from his desk and made a mark on it. Once the bell rang, Mr. C looked over the seating chart. “It looks like we have one seat available.”
Zim could see that was a lie. The one MR. C was pointing to was near Keef, but another one was near Dib and his crew. “Go ahead and take the empty seat to Keef’s right, Zim.”
“Thanks.” Zim muttered, half of him hating the fact that he was sitting near Keef and half of him loving that he wasn’t near Dib. Zim went to the seat instructed and Keef winked at him.
“Okay, everyone. Today we are going to continue the joys of math with the even greater joy of parabolas!” Mr. C addressed the class. “Now open your note packets to page 5 and we’ll get started.”

000

After having gotten about half a dozen notes from Keef, a couple dozen glares from Dib and his friends, a couple questions asked by Mr. C and a couple of friendly smiles from his other classmates, Zim was happy to hear the final bell ring. He stood like the others and grabbed his stuff. Dib walked up his aisle from the back.
“Welcome to school.” He muttered. “Just stay out of our way.”
Zim watched him, mouth agape. How rude! Zim wasn’t used to that. He was used to everyone being overly nice to him because he was a Prince, not teenagers scowling at him and ordering him around.
“You’re catching flies, silly!” Keef said. “Something wrong?”
“Did you hear him?” Zim whispered.
“Dib? Yeah, he’s pretty steamed, I guess.” Keef shrugged.
A girl with violet colored antenna things smiled at Zim. “He’s pretty cool when you get to know him.” She said. “I’m Zita.”
“Uh…I’m Zim.” Zim shook the hand offered to him.
“He’s pretty popular, so try and get on his good side. You’re already on mine.” She winked and fled the room.
“That’s Torque’s girlfriend.” Keef said. “You know, the macho one with no hair?”
Hair? That’s what it was called?
“Yeah, I know.” Zim nodded.
Keef took Zim’s schedule and looked it over. “Cool, history with Mrs. C.” Keef said. “I don’t think there’s any relation to MR. C?” The ending was directed at the teacher, who laughed.
“You already know the answer, Keef. Now run along so you aren’t late, boys. Nice work today, Zim!”
“Thank you.” Zim said, being pulled out of the classroom between words.
“Mrs. C don’t normally care about being late, so we’re fine.” Keef said. “This class isn’t with Dib and his friends, so we’re good for now. No more dirty looks or rude comments from Mr. Grumpy.”
“Look, uh, Keef…” How should he say this? “I appreciate you helping me out and all, but don’t you have something else you’d rather be doing?”
Keef giggled. “No. All my friends I don’t see until lunch.” He said. “We’re the GLASS Club.”
“Uh…GLASS?”
“Gay, lesbian, and Straight Spectrum?” Keef offered.
“Oh, I get it.”
“Yeah, some of us are actually straight, though. Maybe you’d like to join as one of our straight members?” Keef nudged him playfully.
“Stop, please.” Zim laughed.
“So is that a yes?”
“It’s more like a solid maybe.”
“Okay. I’ll give you until Monday to think about it. That’s our next meeting, anyway.” Keef said. “But for now, history time!”

000

Once lunch came around, Zim had gotten used to Keef’s presence and even Dib’s glares. They hadn’t had a class together since math, but they’d bumped into one another in the halls with the same results. Zim didn’t really care. He didn’t need Dib’s approval. He was a Prince. An entire planet approved of him, even if what he did for money wasn’t approved of by his mother. Keef grabbed Zim by the wrist and dragged him to a table towards the back of the cafeteria. A group of three or four guys and three or four girls, Zim couldn’t tell with some of them, made up the table. Three seats were open, two across from one another and the last to the right of one. Keef pulled Zim into one seat and sat across from him.
“Everyone, this is Zim!” Keef introduced him. “Zim, this is everyone.”
The others smiled.
“Hi.” A girl with braces greeted. “I’m Gretchen.”
“Hi.”
“Welcome to the school.”
“Yeah, I saw the looks Dib was giving you.” A short, chubby boy said. “What did you do? Breathe his air?”
“Ha, ha.” Zim chuckled. “No, I uh…lied to him yesterday. I was getting flustered and it just kind of slipped out. I guess he figured out it was a lie and now he’s mad.”
“Oh, is that all?” One of the males asked, a bit too loudly for Zim’s taste. “I thought it was something worse!”
“Screamy, what did we say about ‘inside voices’?” Keef asked, leaning his chin in his hands.
“Sorry.” ‘Screamy’ seemed like he was trying a bit too hard to control the volume of his voice.
Keef giggled in Zim’s direction. “Sorry.” He said. “He can’t help it.”
“Oh, it’s fine.” Zim said. “I don’t mind.”
“Cool.” Keef said.
Another girl with violet hair walked over and took the remaining seat. “Hey, everyone.” She greeted with a slight smile.
“Hi.” Keef greeted.
She pulled some type of thin square box from her pocket and flicked a switch. Zim recognized it as a game system when she opened it.
“We have a new friend, Gaz.” Keef informed. “Can’t you put your Game Slave away?”
‘Game Slave’? What the heck kind of a name was that?
Gaz hit a button. “I need to beat the next boss by tonight if I want to make the record.” She informed him.
“Two seconds.” Keef said.
“No, let her finish.” Zim answered. “I understand how important setting a record can be.”
She looked at him and her jaw fell open a bit. “You’re the new guy?” She asked, sounding like she was choking on her words.
“Uh, yeah. Zim.” He said.
She seemed taken aback. “Zim?” She asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“My brother told me about you.” She nodded her head towards one of the tables.
So what if her brother…oh. Dib’s table. That explained some things.
“Oh…” Zim flustered. “Well…I uh…what happened was…”
“Save it.” Gaz ordered. “Look, I’m making this simple.” She pushed her tray of food to the side and leaned forward. “I don’t know why you lied to Dib and I don’t know what you said.” The look on her face was scolding. “I really don’t give a shit about either.”
“Gaz, please!” Keef scolded her.
She glared at him and he stopped talking. She turned back to Zim. “But I know that my brother doesn’t like being lied to and I know that he can sure hold a grudge. So if you don’t want things to end badly for you, then I suggest apologizing or staying out of his way until he’s cooled off. So which is it?”
Zim didn’t say anything for a moment, trying to come up with the best way to say it in USL.
“I’d apologize if I was allowed anywhere near him.” Zim said at last. “I know it’s a horrible excuse, but he did tell me to stay out of his way, the last time I saw him.”
“I can vouch.” Keef nodded.
Gaz didn’t respond. “Men never cease to make me hate the human race even more.” She shook her head and went back to her game.
Zim started to speak, but Keef lightly kicked him under the table and shook his head when Zim looked at him. Looked like he’d have to leave it at that. Zim looked over at Dib’s table. Was there a way he could get Dib alone to apologize?
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