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        Chapter 3: Back to Detention

    Dib looked at Gaz as she opened the door. Her head bowed as she looked at her feet. Dib raised an eyebrow as she shut the door behind her and made her way to the stairs.
  "Gaz? You okay?" he asked. Setting one elbow on the back of the couch.
  "Tired. Wake me up and I'll end you," she said as she forced her wobbly legs to march her up to her room. She'd made it home, she could stand one last stretch up the stairs and to her bed.
  "Geez, fine," Dib said. Returning to his show.
    Gaz leaned against her bedroom door after she shut it behind her. She subconsciously kicked off her boots, changed into her night clothes, and fell onto her bed. She had up her ipod, and then set it down beside her bed. She couldn't think straight. 'I... I just... did I really just kiss.... Zim? Zim? Seriously... I... didn't think I liked him like that. Didn't think he like ME like that... Dib'll freak. ...---- him, he can go to hell,' Gaz thought.
    She was still dazed after leaving Zim's house. Promising to meet him early at the school the next day for their Saturday detentions. They started at three. Gaz stared at the clock. It was a ten minute walk to the school, twenty to Zim's. She'd been gone nearly forty minutes. Hadn't Dib worried? Probably not. The school would have been dark, she would have had to have broken in somehow, found her ipod and then sneak out as quietly and as slowly as she could.
  'Makes sense he'd think it'd take that long,' she thought. Gaz sighed and actually smiled as she drifted to sleep.
~(*)~
    That morning she woke up to Dib knocking on her door.
  "Go away, asshole," she said sleepily.
  "Gaz! It's already noon, have you been sleeping all this time?" Dib shouted through the door. He knew better than to walk in uninvited.
  "At least let me sleep until three," she said.
  "No! I want to show you my new plan on getting Zim!" Dib shouted. Gaz's eyes snapped open and she quickly got up. She put on her boots. Then opened her door and greeted Dib with a glaring frown.
  "What?" she asked. Dib held up a weird looking gun. Gaz took it.
  "I'm going to use it to knock him unconscious. I'm planning on aiming it at his pak," Dib said. Gaz looked at him and then dropped the gun. "Hey!" Dib said, bending down for it. Gaz stomped on it with her foot and smashed it to pieces. When she was done and had taken her foot off the gun, it was basically rubbish laying on the carpet. Dib scooped it up and looked at Gaz. Asking her why.
  "You've already ruined the next two weeks for me, you're not going to make them any worse, you understand?" Gaz asked. Dib nodded and Gaz slammed her bedroom door on him. She looked at the time. It was 12:10 in the afternoon. Gaz grumbled as she went to her closet.
    The shades to her room were shut, and it was dark. Most of her room's colors were different hues of dark purple, blue, and a few different shades of black. There were even a few browns and dark reds. Her wardrobe was Goth, of course it was. She had always been Goth-ish. Since she was a kid.
  'What to wear, what to wear?' Gaz thought to herself. 'What would Zim like? ...Wait a second. What did I just think?'
    Gaz growled at herself. First she kisses an alien, and now she's wondering what he'd like to see her in? 'Damn it.'
    She grabbed an outfit she'd bought but never wore. The top was short sleeved, Gaz had cut the long sleeves short herself. Four large skulls and dozens of smaller ones floated throughout the dark colored mist that was surrounding them. The shirt was a dark navy blue, and the skirt she had with it was black jeans. The stockings were striped black and a dark purple. With the design of at least three webs that were visible on them. Gaz set the outfit on the back of the chair that was before her computer, and left to take a shower.
    When she came back, she changed into the outfit she'd picked and looked through her jewelry box. She chose a necklace that had skulls intertwined within the chain. It was a choker necklace. She put it on and adjusted it so that it wouldn't actually choke her, loosening it a little and then picking up the matching skull earrings. She straightened out the skirt and turned to look in the mirror. It seemed to fit nicely. Gaz remembered that there was football practice at the school that was suppose to be going on by the time she, Dib, and Zim would get there for detention. She sighed and looked at the floor of her closet for some shoes. She spotted a pair of boots with flat heels. They were smooth and leather-like, with a zipper up the side. A black rose was embroidered on the front. She checked the time, 12:50. She sighed and left her room.
    Dib was in his room, she could hear him working. She went back to her room and grabbed her diary. She had started writing it in Russian after she had caught Dib reading it one day. She had beaten him, and then learned how to write Russian. She opened it and started writing. First about how it was mostly Dib's fault she was stuck with him in detention for the next two weeks, then about what had happened the night before. She heard Dib come out of his room and checked her watch. It was time to go. She grabbed her backpack and they started out the door. Dib didn't carry anything, and Gaz could see that he must have not been able to fix the new machine of his in time and hadn't been able to bring it.
  'Serves him right...' she thought. She saw Zim waiting in the doorway and her heart fluttered. She suddenly flashed back to last night and wished Dib wasn't there. She noticed him scowl when he saw Zim and she elbowed him in the ribs.
  "Ow! WHAT THE HELL, GAZ?!" he asked. Gaz was suddenly grateful for the fact she had a reason.
  "I told you earlier you weren't going to ruin this more than you already have," she said. And that was enough to shut Dib up. He was on Gaz's left, and Zim pushed himself off the wall and walked on her right to the detention room. They had twenty minutes left, but Gaz didn't care.
   Until she saw Jim and his friends walking down the hall toward them. And the detention room was behind them.

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        Chapter 3: Back to Detention

    Dib looked at Gaz as she opened the door. Her head bowed as she looked at her feet. Dib raised an eyebrow as she shut the door behind her and made her way to the stairs.
  "Gaz? You okay?" he asked. Setting one elbow on the back of the couch.
  "Tired. Wake me up and I'll end you," she said as she forced her wobbly legs to march her up to her room. She'd made it home, she could stand one last stretch up the stairs and to her bed.
  "Geez, fine," Dib said. Returning to his show.
    Gaz leaned against her bedroom door after she shut it behind her. She subconsciously kicked off her boots, changed into her night clothes, and fell onto her bed. She had up her ipod, and then set it down beside her bed. She couldn't think straight. 'I... I just... did I really just kiss.... Zim? Zim? Seriously... I... didn't think I liked him like that. Didn't think he like ME like that... Dib'll freak. ...---- him, he can go to hell,' Gaz thought.
    She was still dazed after leaving Zim's house. Promising to meet him early at the school the next day for their Saturday detentions. They started at three. Gaz stared at the clock. It was a ten minute walk to the school, twenty to Zim's. She'd been gone nearly forty minutes. Hadn't Dib worried? Probably not. The school would have been dark, she would have had to have broken in somehow, found her ipod and then sneak out as quietly and as slowly as she could.
  'Makes sense he'd think it'd take that long,' she thought. Gaz sighed and actually smiled as she drifted to sleep.
~(*)~
    That morning she woke up to Dib knocking on her door.
  "Go away, asshole," she said sleepily.
  "Gaz! It's already noon, have you been sleeping all this time?" Dib shouted through the door. He knew better than to walk in uninvited.
  "At least let me sleep until three," she said.
  "No! I want to show you my new plan on getting Zim!" Dib shouted. Gaz's eyes snapped open and she quickly got up. She put on her boots. Then opened her door and greeted Dib with a glaring frown.
  "What?" she asked. Dib held up a weird looking gun. Gaz took it.
  "I'm going to use it to knock him unconscious. I'm planning on aiming it at his pak," Dib said. Gaz looked at him and then dropped the gun. "Hey!" Dib said, bending down for it. Gaz stomped on it with her foot and smashed it to pieces. When she was done and had taken her foot off the gun, it was basically rubbish laying on the carpet. Dib scooped it up and looked at Gaz. Asking her why.
  "You've already ruined the next two weeks for me, you're not going to make them any worse, you understand?" Gaz asked. Dib nodded and Gaz slammed her bedroom door on him. She looked at the time. It was 12:10 in the afternoon. Gaz grumbled as she went to her closet.
    The shades to her room were shut, and it was dark. Most of her room's colors were different hues of dark purple, blue, and a few different shades of black. There were even a few browns and dark reds. Her wardrobe was Goth, of course it was. She had always been Goth-ish. Since she was a kid.
  'What to wear, what to wear?' Gaz thought to herself. 'What would Zim like? ...Wait a second. What did I just think?'
    Gaz growled at herself. First she kisses an alien, and now she's wondering what he'd like to see her in? 'Damn it.'
    She grabbed an outfit she'd bought but never wore. The top was short sleeved, Gaz had cut the long sleeves short herself. Four large skulls and dozens of smaller ones floated throughout the dark colored mist that was surrounding them. The shirt was a dark navy blue, and the skirt she had with it was black jeans. The stockings were striped black and a dark purple. With the design of at least three webs that were visible on them. Gaz set the outfit on the back of the chair that was before her computer, and left to take a shower.
    When she came back, she changed into the outfit she'd picked and looked through her jewelry box. She chose a necklace that had skulls intertwined within the chain. It was a choker necklace. She put it on and adjusted it so that it wouldn't actually choke her, loosening it a little and then picking up the matching skull earrings. She straightened out the skirt and turned to look in the mirror. It seemed to fit nicely. Gaz remembered that there was football practice at the school that was suppose to be going on by the time she, Dib, and Zim would get there for detention. She sighed and looked at the floor of her closet for some shoes. She spotted a pair of boots with flat heels. They were smooth and leather-like, with a zipper up the side. A black rose was embroidered on the front. She checked the time, 12:50. She sighed and left her room.
    Dib was in his room, she could hear him working. She went back to her room and grabbed her diary. She had started writing it in Russian after she had caught Dib reading it one day. She had beaten him, and then learned how to write Russian. She opened it and started writing. First about how it was mostly Dib's fault she was stuck with him in detention for the next two weeks, then about what had happened the night before. She heard Dib come out of his room and checked her watch. It was time to go. She grabbed her backpack and they started out the door. Dib didn't carry anything, and Gaz could see that he must have not been able to fix the new machine of his in time and hadn't been able to bring it.
  'Serves him right...' she thought. She saw Zim waiting in the doorway and her heart fluttered. She suddenly flashed back to last night and wished Dib wasn't there. She noticed him scowl when he saw Zim and she elbowed him in the ribs.
  "Ow! WHAT THE HELL, GAZ?!" he asked. Gaz was suddenly grateful for the fact she had a reason.
  "I told you earlier you weren't going to ruin this more than you already have," she said. And that was enough to shut Dib up. He was on Gaz's left, and Zim pushed himself off the wall and walked on her right to the detention room. They had twenty minutes left, but Gaz didn't care.
   Until she saw Jim and his friends walking down the hall toward them. And the detention room was behind them.