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Summary: An Invader Zim one-shot, part of a series of unusual pairings. All the girls have a crush on Mr. Elliot. And frankly, that sort of pisses Gaz off.
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It was disgusting, the way they were all drooling over him.
Gaz could only grimace, glaring harder into her Game Slave 3 to ignore their annoying little sighs. At the front of the class, Mr. Elliot continued giving the morning announcements, apparently oblivious to the attention he was receiving. His very presence annoyed her. She had had to deal with him and his touchy-feely crap enough in Elamentry Skool, did he really have to follow her here too? And as her homeroom teacher, no less...she had to put up with him even more than any of her other idiot teachers.
And now this whole "crush" thing.
It had come to Gaz's attention, soon after the skool year began, that Mr. Elliot was quite a popular teacher with some of her classmates. In fact, it seemed as if half of the female population had declared themselves the future Mrs. Elliot, and now anytime he called on a girl there would be giggling and whispers, all of which he, of course, was clueless about. His tendency to be so sickeningly nice and smile his peppy smiles at everyone did little to calm the storm, though they were never, Gaz was sure, meant to be anything close to flirtatious; he gave those same smiles to the boys, the other teachers, everyone, but no, every girl was sure it was different when they did it to them. Idiots.
Next to her, the trio of vapid, giggly girls continued to chatter to themselves and sigh about Mr. Elliot, his blond hair, his blue eyes...Gaz's hands tightened on her Game Slave. Oh, shut up already, she wanted to scream. It was sickening, it made her want to barf, the way they gushed like little love-struck morons. But on and on they went---oh, look at his hair, his dimples, his eyes, his smile---he's so cute, they all gushed.
Gaz wanted to scream, "Cute? CUTE?! He's a scrawny little worm who's more than twice your age, you idiots! He's an annoying little nerd in a freakin' sweater vest! He's nothing more than the adult version of the kids you mock and make fun of! You'd run away screaming if a kid like him asked you out on a date, so quit being so stupid and go date Keef if you like this guy so much!"
But Gaz simply growled. The girls shut up instantly, eyes wide as they creeped away; Gaz's eyes shifted back to her Game Slave, still scowling.
"Gaz?"
If he startled her she didn't show it; she just looked up to see Mr. Elliot standing over her, frowning as he leaned forward. "Are you alright? I just noticed that all through the announcements you seemed upset about something."
Gaz scoffed. Typical Mr. Elliot. He wouldn't notice half the girls in the class practically going into conniptions over him---after all, they were happy, and happiness was normal in his mind, requiring no further investigation. But be annoyed by something, then there was a problem.
"No. I'm fine."
"Alright then. Just remember, if something is bothering you, you can come and talk to me anytime you like, alright?"
He smiled his ridiculous smile---overly happy and sympathetic at the same time, not to mention horribly, sickeningly sincere---before returning to his desk.
The stupid girls beside Gaz sighed, in awe that Mr. Elliot had been so close to them. Then they went back to giggling about how cute he was.
Gaz rolled her eyes and returned to her game. Stupid little morons. Liking him just because he was cute.
Really, didn't personality count for anything these days?

Description

Summary: An Invader Zim one-shot, part of a series of unusual pairings. All the girls have a crush on Mr. Elliot. And frankly, that sort of pisses Gaz off.
___________________________________________________________________________________
It was disgusting, the way they were all drooling over him.
Gaz could only grimace, glaring harder into her Game Slave 3 to ignore their annoying little sighs. At the front of the class, Mr. Elliot continued giving the morning announcements, apparently oblivious to the attention he was receiving. His very presence annoyed her. She had had to deal with him and his touchy-feely crap enough in Elamentry Skool, did he really have to follow her here too? And as her homeroom teacher, no less...she had to put up with him even more than any of her other idiot teachers.
And now this whole "crush" thing.
It had come to Gaz's attention, soon after the skool year began, that Mr. Elliot was quite a popular teacher with some of her classmates. In fact, it seemed as if half of the female population had declared themselves the future Mrs. Elliot, and now anytime he called on a girl there would be giggling and whispers, all of which he, of course, was clueless about. His tendency to be so sickeningly nice and smile his peppy smiles at everyone did little to calm the storm, though they were never, Gaz was sure, meant to be anything close to flirtatious; he gave those same smiles to the boys, the other teachers, everyone, but no, every girl was sure it was different when they did it to them. Idiots.
Next to her, the trio of vapid, giggly girls continued to chatter to themselves and sigh about Mr. Elliot, his blond hair, his blue eyes...Gaz's hands tightened on her Game Slave. Oh, shut up already, she wanted to scream. It was sickening, it made her want to barf, the way they gushed like little love-struck morons. But on and on they went---oh, look at his hair, his dimples, his eyes, his smile---he's so cute, they all gushed.
Gaz wanted to scream, "Cute? CUTE?! He's a scrawny little worm who's more than twice your age, you idiots! He's an annoying little nerd in a freakin' sweater vest! He's nothing more than the adult version of the kids you mock and make fun of! You'd run away screaming if a kid like him asked you out on a date, so quit being so stupid and go date Keef if you like this guy so much!"
But Gaz simply growled. The girls shut up instantly, eyes wide as they creeped away; Gaz's eyes shifted back to her Game Slave, still scowling.
"Gaz?"
If he startled her she didn't show it; she just looked up to see Mr. Elliot standing over her, frowning as he leaned forward. "Are you alright? I just noticed that all through the announcements you seemed upset about something."
Gaz scoffed. Typical Mr. Elliot. He wouldn't notice half the girls in the class practically going into conniptions over him---after all, they were happy, and happiness was normal in his mind, requiring no further investigation. But be annoyed by something, then there was a problem.
"No. I'm fine."
"Alright then. Just remember, if something is bothering you, you can come and talk to me anytime you like, alright?"
He smiled his ridiculous smile---overly happy and sympathetic at the same time, not to mention horribly, sickeningly sincere---before returning to his desk.
The stupid girls beside Gaz sighed, in awe that Mr. Elliot had been so close to them. Then they went back to giggling about how cute he was.
Gaz rolled her eyes and returned to her game. Stupid little morons. Liking him just because he was cute.
Really, didn't personality count for anything these days?