Who Knew A ZADF Story Chptr 18

Dib was reluctant to go to skool on Tuesday morning, he was sure Zim wouldn't be there. It was the last day of skool though, so maybe he should go. He also wanted to sneak a peek at Gretchen; to see if she acts suspicious.
He still couldn't believe that Gretchen might know Zim's an alien. He decided to go ahead to skool.

Zim was at skool five minutes before the bell. Dib was nowhere in sight, so Zim just sat down in his seat. He felt a cold glare at his back. He began to get restless and nervous. The icy stare from an unknown watcher blistered his back. He was frozen upright; like he couldn't move at all. Finally he got control of himself and he turned around to see who was watching him.
Once he looked into the soulless eyes of a young girl, obviously angry with him, he became scared in the least bit. He quickly turned back and stared at the board, a tense and scared expression upon his face. The bell was two minutes away, and Zim was close to the point where he would click the 'Self destruct' button, if only some things weren't more important than his own life. The stare never wavered, and neither did Zim.
Dib walked in with his head hung low. He looked up at Zim's desk surprised to see the alien; but even more surprised to see him with that look on his face. The scared expression scared Dib. He stopped in front of Zim and waved his hand in his face. Zim didn't move at all. As if he couldn't see anything. Dib looked at Gretchen, which had her eyes glued to Zim's back. Dib cleared his throat and she looked directly at him; a soft smile hiding her hatred for the green creature. She smiled more and waved at him. Her head hung low and sad, when Dib shook his head at her and mouthed 'Leave him alone.' She did as he wished and the bell rang.
Zim snapped out of his scared trance when the bell rang. He looked over at Dib's chair to see the human studying. "Ok, class. Because it's the last day, you can all go sign each other's year books. But if you get too loud, I'll send you to the underground classroom!" Ms. Bitters screeched. The kids nodded in union and began to go to each other's desks and signing yearbooks and talking amongst one another.
Gretchen immediately went to Dib's desk. She grabbed up his year book and a pen, she wrote something in it and left it open on his desk. Dib raised his hand. "Yes, Dib?"
"May I use the bathroom?" He asked rather glumly.
"Whatever," Ms. Bitters through his a small piece of wood with the word 'pass' on it. Dib grabbed the pass and walked out the door; avoiding eye contact with Zim. Zim sighed and went over to Dib's desk. 'I guess I'll do this while he's gone,' Zim thought to himself. He picked it up and began to bring it to table to table getting everyone to sign it.
Originally, no one would have signed the yearbook, only because of Zim's new attitude and the way he's been acting because of the Mission. Not only that, but during many of his talks with Gaz, she taught him how to schmooze his way into and out of a females heart, and what girls want to hear.
He had only three more people to go. Two girls and one boy. He approached the two girls; a red head and a blonde. "Hello, ladies." They blushed slightly.
"Hi, Zim!" They said simultaneously and they giggled.
"You have such pretty blue eyes, Sandra. What a shame they have to hide under that long, beautiful hair of yours!" He came dangerously close to the girls and with his face only inches away from the Sandra females' he brushed away her hair and looked deeply into her eyes. "Yes, they are so beautiful. Deep, like the sea. And your hair is so red, like your precious cheeks," he caressed he face.
Sandra sighed to the touch and flittered her eyes. "Oh, Zim! You are too kind!"
"Not as kind as you," He whispered into her ear. Sandra giggled once more, and so did the other girl. Zim looked to the other girl. "And you, my princess, are extremely beautiful, as well! You're lime green eyes, so amazing! I simply love them, Kristy."
Kristy giggled once again, and blushed deeper. "Oh Zim! You are too sweet!" she twirled a piece of stray hair while talking.
"And you're long blonde hair, so shiny," He gently stroked her hair. "And your skin; so soft." He held her hand and knelt down. He gently brushed he lips across her skin, only lightly to leave goose bumps.
"Not as soft as your skin," She touched his cheek. She looked down to the floor to see the year book. "Do you want us to sign that?" Kristy asked.
"It's not mine. Mine's on my desk. This is Dib's," he picked it up and held it out for them to see. "I am trying to get people to sign it for him. You see," he began. Using the very same lines he used on all the other girls, "I might be leaving for this summer, to see some family in Europe." Zim was good at telling lies. The girls gasped. "I might not be back in time for skool to start, though," the girls let out a soft 'Aww'. "And because Dib is my friend, I was going to surprise him with everyone's signature. Do you mind?" He asked coyly and held out the book. They graciously took it and began to sign it.
They handed it back. "May I ask why you are his friend, if he used to accuse you of an alien?" Kristy asked.
"Well, he finally got over that, and we became friends the day I got sent to the principal's office."
"You act so different now. Before today, you never treated any girl like a princess, as you've done today. Why have you held back this charm and grace for so long?" Sandra asked.
"Because I didn't know how special it is to make a girl smile until recently." Zim answered, his hands holding up their heads. "Thank you, princesses." And he walked over to the boy. He could still hear the intense chatter and squealing of the girls behind him.
"Dude! How did you get all those girls to like you in just one day?!" the boy asked him.
"I guess its charm I have. That's what they say. Will you please sign this for my friend?" Zim held out the book.
The boy took the book, signed it and gave it back. "Dude, you need to teach me this charm thing, sometime!"
"Ok. When I get back from vacation in Europe. See you." Zim went to Dib's desk and wrote down his own message of farewell in the book and left it closed in the exact same place as he found it.
He went back to his own desk and picked up his book. He skimmed through it and saw many signatures. "I'll read these later," he said and left the book on his desk.
Then the bell rang for recess…