Fly on the Wall - ZaGr pt 3

-Chapter 3-

“Stupid, Gaz human. Treating Zim in that matter. What does she think she is?” Zim muttered to himself, all the while tearing fresh new grooves into the surface of his desk. He was currently in his second class of the day, and had been muttering the same rant ever since his encounter with Gaz that morning. His classmates and teachers had learned to ignore Zim whenever he got like this, assuming that along with his green skin condition he may also have some mental issues.  

“And then she walked away! Before I, ZIM, could even fight back she walked away. Smug, ignorant creature, walking away in that matter.” As Zim came to this portion of his rant he couldn’t help but recall earlier after Gaz had stepped on the back of his head he’d looked up to see her just walking away, a subtle sway to her hips, he could almost sense an air of grace in the way she walked. Zim shook his head bringing himself back to his current classroom. How could even think that way of that earth creature. The only reason he was interested in her was to determine what the source of her power was, yes that was it.

“But how am I to get that information from her?” Zim asked aloud bringing his hands under his chin. The next time he would see the putrid Gaz human would be lunch, and even then it was uncertain. Gaz had a way of disappearing into the background if she even showed up to skool. Even if Zim could determine the Gaz’s where a bouts how was he to get her attention away from her game. The bell rang interrupting Zim’s thoughts and he set off on his next class still contemplating how he was to get information from Gaz.

Upon entering his next classroom, still deep in thought, Zim could hear the Teacher, a crazy middle aged man his hair and moustache turning grey known as Mr. V, lecturing a student. Zim took this as ordinary and wandered to the seat closest to the door. As he began to sit down he looked up towards the front of the room, to see the student the teacher was lecturing was Gaz! Zim stood dumbfounded, she was in his class? Zim sat in his seat and resolved to listen to Mr. V lecture Gaz.

“…with the amount of classes that you’ve missed you’ll be lucky to even pass midterms. Do you understand exactly how much your grade has fallen Miss Membrane?” Mr. V inquired, his eyes trying show that he was disappointed but still cared to help the small student before him.

Gaz simply stood in front of the teacher her arms folded across her chest, her eyes occasionally glancing up in a glare.

“Miss Membrane I’ll have to notify your father, so that he can hire a tutor for you to help bring your grade up, unless of course one of your fellow students will agree to tutor you instead.” Mr. V spoke louder half turning to the rest of his class who at these words all seemed to find interest in their books, desks, and fingernails, all except Zim who had suddenly stood up in his desk.

“Zim will do it!” He shouted raising his hand. He’d found a way to determine what made little Gaz so powerful. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of the plan himself. “Zim will tutor the little Gaz human.”

“Very well Zim, you can tutor Gaz.” Mr. V smiled at Zim, then turned again to Gaz, to see her eyes wide and her arms at her side. “Gaz you may take your seat and we’ll begin today’s class.”

Gaz walked to the back of the classroom and sat at the empty desk in the corner. She didn’t pay attention to the lesson, she glared out the window. Why on earth would Zim willingly volunteer to help her? Especially after she pummeled him earlier that same day. Was this a sick way of trying to get revenge? Gaz quickly glimpsed in Zim’s direction to see him staring back over his shoulder back at her. Gaz quickly looked away from him, and back out the window. Whatever the reason was, she was sure she wouldn’t like it.