The Locker Room - Ch 3
Finding offense in the human's stubbornness, Zim could only scoff at Dib's words to him.
"FINE!" he retorted. "HELP YOURSELF FOR ALL I CARE!"
He returned Dib's glare with a glare of his own before turning and storming out of the shower block, back into the boys' change room.
Lips up-curled into a snarl, he approached his locker and threw open the door violently to retrieve his standard issue uniform, not even bothering to go into a stall to pull back on his garments. He just ripped off the towel and shoved his pants and shirt on, hissing a little as his skin seared slightly. The paste had started to wear off on some sections of his body.
The alien pulled on his boots before slamming shut his locker door and proceeding back out into the gymnasium. His footsteps echoed loudly across the wide arena. As he approached the exit, a lonesome teacher blocked his path.
"You're still in here? What are you doing here? Skool finished half an hour ago. Who's class are you from?"
"Bitters'." Zim mutt