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Sublime Awakenings	By : Kailean Category: Comics > Squee! Views: 1478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Squee!, JTHM, or Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from these works. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sublime Awakenings: Chapter 10

Several students looked to the cafeteria doors as they burst open, each hitting their respective sides of the wall, upon being drop-kicked by a fourteen-year-old freshman in a lacy, black, gothic dress and combat boots. Preformed by anyone else her method would scream histrionic personality disorder, but the small framed girl's eyes never once left her game slave five, the obvious reason for her hands being preoccupied, to take in said attention. It didn't even register.

What did register, once she finally made it to her usual table, and paused her game, was that her brother and Squee were missing. One glance around the lunch room told her that Zim was also no where to be seen. Growling lowly to herself, she slammed her vampire piggies lunch cooler, which had a convenient strap so she should wear it over her shoulder without disrupting her game play, onto the table's surface. As she slumped gracelessly into her chair she observed the other occupants of table, namely those who sat at the losers table in elementary skool with a few additions and subtractions, giving them a casual glare that said “talk to me if you like nightmare worlds.”

As she forcefully removed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a pudding cup and a juice box from her cooler the two empty sets at her sides were taken up by two other freshmen: Hanzhi, another goth girl with short dark hair shaped into points on either side of her head and Mephistopholina, a boy with medium blond hair and purple sunglasses. They, along with a plethora of alternative types, had sat at her table last year at the middle skool, and continued to gravitate towards her whenever possible. She figured they did it mostly for the inadvertent protection she offered, but they also seemed to consider her a friend as they never quite managed to shut their traps around her. While that deeply buried part of her that screamed for something close to normalcy secretly cherished this, it was SO annoying.

“Hi Gaz! Check out my new nail polish. It's “midnight black” sprinkled with “manic panic pink”! I made it myself.” Thus saying, the surprisingly un-depressed goth stuck her painted nails in front of the purple haired girl's lunch for observance.

“Yeah, yeah. Get it out of my face. The contrast is giving me a migraine.” With that she pushed Hanzhi's hand aside, and took a large bite of her sandwich. She knew the other girl wouldn't be too upset. Everyone who chose to befriend/pester Gaz knew not to expect forced politeness or faked interest. Strangely, several still chose converse with her.

There was a moment of relative silence as Hanzhi looked thoughtfully at her nails, and Gaz continued to eat at breakneck speed so she could return to her game. The voices of about a hundred kids melted into background noise as Keef's voice became prominent from across the table. He was telling Gretchen something about Zim and Dib. Gaz was almost tempted to listen, but it was probably the same old crap she had been forced to endure since fourth grade. Those two ignorant jerks were always up to some “grand world saving or dooming” stupidity. Their little rivalry had gotten mushier and mushier ever since Dib had briefly dedicated himself to “real science” four years ago, but still neither one was willing to drop the charade. At this point everyone seemed to know, but them. It was just ridiculous, and it grated on her nerves. Oh, how it grated!

“I wrote another poem.” Mephistopholina announced with pride. “It's called 'Suburban Hobo'. Wanna hear it?”

“Uhhn. Whatever.” Gaz swallowed the last of her sandwich, and started on the pudding. This should be good for a laugh. If not she would just tone him out. After living with Dib for almost fifteen years she was good at toning people out.

“Being underage is like being underclass. Living in my parents house, might as well be an underpass. My room is like a cardboard box. When my mom wants in, she never knocks.”

Yeah. She was definitely toning this out. After downing the pudding she switched on her trusty game slave, and began a gore-filled rampage that partly made up for the bad poetry in the background. To make up for it a little more she gave Meph's foot a good, hard stomp.

The boy gave a loud yelp as he was disrupted from reciting his pretentious attempt at poetry. He was about to begin again, in a much lower voice, when another distraction announced its presence.

“HEY YOU! Purple-haired girl! Ain't you Dib's sister?” Everyone at the table, besides Gaz, looked up to see Chunk glowering down at Gaz. No one glowered at Gaz and lived.

Gaz's eyes narrowed even farther than normal, but didn't stray from her game. When she spoke it was an apathetic, yet threatening, voice the likes of which only she was capable of. “Yeah. What's it to ya?”

“I'm lookin’ for him. Him and Zim.”

“I don't know where those freaks are...probably fighting or kissing in a closet somewhere. Now leave me alone before I doom you.”

At the mention of kissing Chunk's anger flared again. “The next time I see that pointy-haired wimp the only thing he'll be kissin' is my fist! I'll teach him to date what's mine!” Oops. Saying that out loud probably wasn't the best way of getting information out of antisocial girl, but he wasn't very bright. “Do you know where Zim lives?”

Gaz's attention was finally drawn completely away from her game at Chunk's jealous outburst. She gave the football player a shocked look for several seconds. There was just too much wrong with what her ears had been forced to imbibe. He wanted to date ZIM? Dib was dating Zim when just this morning he had been in just as much denial as usual?

Shh. Doubtful. Chunk probably just assumed that because the two were so obvious with their obsession. And now he was jealous. Jealous of Zim. And he had just told her that he was going to beat up her brother. HER brother. Didn't he know that the position of 'Dib's eternal tormentor' had already been filled? All these thoughts took a back seat as a sound she rarely heard anymore made itself known. She looked back down to see 'game over' flashing on the screen of her game console, accompanied by mocking music to make sure she knew she was a loser. That's when the rage really started.

There was a collective gasp from everyone at the table as the unthinkable happened. Dib's scary younger sister had just lost a game. They waited in silent apprehension as the clueless one, who had no doubt just incurred her wrath, asked her for Zim's address. What happened next was even more unthinkable.

Gaz's glare shot up to Chunk. Oh, how she wished she had the power to shoot lasers from her eyeballs! She had to suppress the urge to shake with uncontrollable rage as she rose from her chair, which was sent flying back to land on the lime green floor of the cafeteria. Her hands clenched into fists as she stood to stare down her brother's bully. She took a long, deep breath before settling into a relaxed pose. Her hands unclenched. Her muscles untensed. Her eyes even un-narrowed a little. Then it happened. Her mouth curved into a friendly smile that looked completely and unnaturally scary on her face.

“Sure. I'll tell you where Zim lives.” Her voice was almost cheery.

“You will?” Chunk wore a goofy and triumphant grin.

“Yes, but you have to do something for me first. You have to go out with me. On a date.”
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