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I had thought about what Zim said this morning through the whole class. Was it like a date or just hanging out as friends?
During lunch, the kids around me were whispering on how he was looking at me. I looked up to see him smiling with an empty seat next to him. He raised his hand and motioned his index finger for me to join him. I went to him quietly and sat down beside Zim.
"This is something," I managed to say.
"I decided if I was going to Hell, I might as well do something about it."
"You don't make any sense, you know?"
"I know, but I think our classmates here are looking at us as if we are being weird."
"They'll get used to it." I shrugged.
"But I may not give you back."
"Great," I moaned.
He laughed. "Don't like being the Princess of these shrooms of mush?"
"No," I said. "Surprised, but what made you do this?"
"As I said -- Zim got tired of staying away from you, so I'm giving up."
"Wow."
"Yes --- giving up trying to be good. I'm just doing what Zim wants know, and let the pieces fall where they may." His stupid smile faded as he explained.
"You really love to hear yourself talk."
"In the human language, it means we are friends now."
"Or not."
He grinned. "Well, we can try to be. But I'm warning you, I'm not a good friend for you." There was a hint of warning in him.
"Quit saying you are dangerous. It's getting old," I noted.
"Yes, because you are not listening to Zim. I'm still waiting for you to believe it. If you are smarter than the rest of this world, then you should avoid me."
"As long as I'm being....not smarter like the others, I'm your friend?" I struggled. Friend was not one of my words.
"Yeah, that sums it up pretty much."
I looked down at my games in deep thought.
"What are you thinking?" he asked curiously at me.
"Trying to figure out what you are."
His jaw went tight, but kept his smile in place with effort.
"Are you having any luck with that?
"Not too much."
"Your theories are?"
My face went a little pink. I thought about every logic that were from the games.
"Won't you tell Zim?"
I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand."
"That's reallyirritating, you know?" he complained.
"Whiner!" I groaned.
"Temper much?"
"I don't like being surrounded by idiots."
We stared at each other, unhappy.
He looked over at my shoulder, then giggled.
"What is it now?!"
"Your friend isn't too happy with us?" he snickered again.
"I don't have any friends."
"I know, but most people are easy to read."
