The Evil Dib

hi-skool

Dib tapped his pencil inpatiently against the edge if the desk, waiting despretly for the numbers in the clock to tick over to 2:45 so hed be freed from the prison that was english class. This class particularly sucked because it was the one class in his schedule without zim.
He couldnt care less about the homework being assigned, he was a senior now and so close to being done with this hellhole that was hi-skool. The girl infront of him turned aroumd to clare at him for the annoying sound of tapping, her bleached hair hitting him in the face as she turned.
"Can you shut up" she spoke loudly, but the teacher didnt care. She was one of the popular girls in school, so she could do whatever she wanted. Dib would often catch her vaping when the teacher wasnt looking, the smoke causing dib to choke on his own air. It did no use telling cause no one would care.
"Sorry" he says, and puts down the pencil, even though hes not sorry and he just want her to shut up. He started bouncing his leg. She flipped around and hit him in the face with her hair again. Dib imagined saying something rude to her, like how she wasnt really blonde, or how he could whipe off her eyebrows with a baby wipe, but decided against it. Instead, he let his momd go to the one place it always was always trying to go.
To Zim.
I bet hes planning something evil right now, dib thought to himself, probably simething im gonna have to destroy instead of doing my math homework.
In all honesty, his fights with zim had grown boring over the years they had spent together, happening less and less frequently over the years. Zim felt like less of a threat than he did when they were kids. Now he felt like a mild annoyance dib would sometimes trip in the hallway just for funsies.
The bell rang, and he shoved everything into his bad haphazdly, all of his papers smooshing at the bottom of his backpack.
It was the last class of the day, so he went to his locker to get all his things. On his way there, he thought about how he didnt have any friends to walk home with. It was lonley being a freak, but he didnt think anyone in this school was worth befriending anyway.
Someone rammed their shoulder into his as they passed, knocking him into the same girl who was angry at him for tapping his pencil in class.
The girls she was hanging with all gasped as if dib had done something horrific, like punch their queen or the head bitch in their pack.
"Whatch where youre going fag!" She yelled, shoving him to the ground making him drop all his things. A crowd formed in the hallway to laugh at dib, mostly cause he was the school punching bag.
"I-i.. Im not even g-gay!" he tried to defend himself, and the girls all giggled to themselves.
"Yeah right!" One shouted "you should tell that to your boyfriend" another teased. Dib flinched at the word. He knew they were talking about Zim, concidering he spent most of his days talking about how he was an alien, or having fights with him in the cafateria.
The girls words made tears come to his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He was used to this from his classmates, at least this time his face wasnt being smeared in his lunch tray, and his face wasnt getting punched in. Kids could be so cruel, and they only got worse with age.
"Whatever" dib said cooly, picki g up his things and continuing walking. He refused to give them any more of a reaction. They seemed upset by this, but went back to texting on their phones, leaving dib be. He pushed through the crowd of people and made his way to his locker. He waent to put in his code, when he noticed a shitty poster taped to his locker. He looked around and saw other lockers also had the posters, taped up around the hall sporattically, all advertising different people for prom king and queen.
Popularity contest he thought to himself, ripping the poster off the wall and crumbling it up and throwing it on the ground. He hated the preps and jocks that would give him weird stares when he would talk, or be forced to partner with them in class since he didnt have any friends.
Prom was dumb anyway, hed much rather be at home with pizza and his conspiracy theories than at some loud party full of people he hated wearing a suit and drinking probably spiked punch.
He opemed his locker and took out his books for the day, stuffing them in his backpack to use while doing his homework and began the long walk from school to his house. He could ride the bus like other kids, but he hated those too, the other kids making it just another hellish experience. So he walked.
Dib didnt see zim anywhere when he left the school, and part of him almost felt worried about him. But thatd be insane. He was probably off schemeing or doing something evil, like he always was.
Dib felt a drop land on his forehead, then another on his shoulder, he looked up to the sky and saw that it had began to rain.
Great.
Distantly, dib had hoped that zim wasnt caught in the rain , but he reminded himself that was absurd. They were enemies.
And besides, it was a friday. He had all weekend to ignore his thoughts of zim.