Zim wants to get Dib's attention and decides that the way to do it is with the school Talent Show. ZADR.

I do not own Invader Zim.

Zim's POV

I sat in my hard chair examining my hand. Two fingers and a thumb, more like talons to be precise. I had no nails to speak of and the ends of my 'fingers' were pointed and sharp. My hand was a pale green under the shiny black glove I had worn my entire life. My hands were untouched by the imperfections life would give. It was a perfect example of an Irken hand, yet to me it seemed strange. After living here on Earth for five years, two fingers and green skin seemed strange. Having antennae and red eyes was weird too. I no longer found myself attractive.

I shoved my hand under my desk and looked across the room at Dib-thing. I narrowed my eyes out of habit and considered what I thought of him. Over the years he had grown, in more ways than one. He didn't hate me at much as he used to, of course the key words are 'as much'. Our violent cat and mouse game had died down and now we mostly resorted to name calling and pitiful attempts at capture. Physically, I had to admit that Dib had become quite good looking. He had gotten taller and grown into his large head. Despite this I still called it big. His muscles had become hard and lean and his skin was the flawless perfection most human females dreamed of. His jaw was distinctly square and his large honey eyes made me melt…

Ugh! I shook myself. These thoughts had been penetrating my mind for the past few months and I kept shoving them away. I was disgusted with Dib, I told myself. Yet when I looked back at him and my eyes traced the familiar curve of his body I let myself give in. I did this frequently and soon my thoughts became dirty. Another thing, I was much less naïve than I had been when I arrived here.

Just as I smirked a little at a particularly perverse thought Dib looked over at me. He instantly glared when he saw my expression. He probably assumed I was thinking of some plot to annihilate this pitiful planet, but the truth was that I simply was not interested in world conquest anymore. Who would want to be in charge of such a disgusting race anyways? Well disgusting except for Dib. He seemed to be the finest example of humanity. He had looks, intelligence, character.

I rested my hand on my fist as he glared. I relaxed my face into a bored expression and stared back into his deep eyes. He grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes even more. At this I let the smallest smile. Another thing, Dib was determined and stubborn. The first quality I admired, the second, which was extremely similar, bothered me though. I knew I was stubborn too though. In fact, as I pondered the thought that had crossed my mind before, Dib and I had much in common. We both were shunned by our race, both highly intelligent, and each had a passion for the other. No matter how different those passions may be.

I sighed and looked away, giving Dib the satisfaction of thinking he had won. But in reality I was just sick of looking at his face when it was contorted with hate. I didn't want him to hate me. I really didn't.

I stared into my food as if it held the secrets of the universe.

All morning Dib had glared tauntingly at me. At one point I wondered if he face would freeze that way. Just before lunch he had thrown a paper ball at me that on the inside had a note. It had read,

Zim, you'll never take over Earth! I'll always stop you! SO NYAH!

-LOTS AND LOTS OF HATE, Dib.

I just frowned and put it in my PAK. I'd put it with the others later, I had a whole drawer in my lab dedicated to notes Dib had thrown at me. Thinking about this made sad because that drawer was almost full.

I chanced a glance at Dib and saw that he wasn't glaring at me anymore. He must have gotten bored. As I watched him eat I saw that horrible human female Gretchen walk up to him. She began to speak to him and he smiled back and chatted with her. I felt jealousy coil in my abdomen and I wished that I use the lasers in my PAK to vaporize her.

I slammed my hand into my plate of food and splattered it on myself. I left my fist in the tray of mush and breathed heavily through clenched my teeth. Why could Dib talk happily with this pitifully ugly worm and not me? How could she be better than me, THE AMAZING ZIM? At that moment Dib peeked at me and saw my vicious hate filled stare, and he also saw that I wasn't glaring at him, but Gretchen. The look told me all I needed to know. It was because she was human and I was not.

I picked up my tray of crushed food and threw it as hard as I could into the trash, stomping off angrily back to class. When the other students began to file into the room ten minutes later I was slightly calmer. When Dib walked in though I felt all the rage instantly come back. While I seethed I looked over at him and he smirked. That boy had the nerve to smirk at me!

That was just too much nerve for me to handle.

I got up from my seat and walked over to him, ignoring the teacher ordering me to sit back down. He looked shocked but that was nothing to the shock he had when I slapped him across the face so hard I was sure it'd leave a handprint. With that I stalked out of the room and went home. I was sick of his attitude.

Geez, Zim had anger management issues.

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