A/N: PLEASE READ~

Okay i wanna thank surferdude8225 for Beta-Reading!

Also, this story is in highschool. Tony and Ziva and Abby are all teenagers. Gibbs and Jenny are adults.

Mostly Tiva, some Jibbs.

Please give it a chance. Please please please! i WOULD DO THE SAME FOR YOU!

Thank you and please review. The chapters will go by days... so next chapter will be about Wednesday...

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Tuesday:

Ziva was sitting in the cafeteria. She was eating her lunch, which consisted of a peanut butter sandwich, an apple, and a bag of chips. She sat alone because she had just come here from Israel a week ago and everyone was afraid of her. Her day consisted of going straight to class, then avoiding people at all costs so that she could get out safely. They started pushing her into lockers and calling her names as she walked by when she'd first gotten there. Now, they just ignored her and pretended that she didn't exist. She liked it better that way.

At the table on the other side of the cafeteria was Anthony DiNozzo. He was the most popular kid in school. Every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him. He was high fived in the hall and, occasionally, girls smacked his butt. He was talking to his friend, Jason, about ways he was going to win the giant basketball game on Friday night.

"I'm gonna do the old one, two then BAM! We'll win!" Tony smiled with his hands in the air, pretending to take the shot that would win them the game.

"Hell yes!" Jason yelled with one fist in the air.

Tony looked around the cafeteria and his eyes spotted a girl all alone. "Who's that?" Tony asked, looking at the girl. He knew all the girls in this school and had been with more than half of them. He'd never seen this girl before though.

"That one? Over there?" Jason asked, looking over at Ziva too. "That's the new girl. She's some terrorist from Israel. One smokin' hot terrorist."

"She isn't a terrorist. We are allies with Israel. And they don't have terrorist, idiot," Tony told him.

"Oh well, whatever, bro," Jason said.

"Has anyone talked to her?" Tony asked. She looked so lonely, sitting by herself in the crowded cafeteria.

"No. Why would she? She just got here. Does she even speak English?"

"If she goes to school here, of course she speaks English, dumbass. I'm gonna go talk to her," Tony said, getting up and walking across the cafeteria.

"Hi," Tony said, looking down at the girl.

Ziva ignored the guy above her and continued to eat her chips in silence. She didn't want to talk to anyone. That was why she was sitting alone.

"Hello?" Tony asked, waving his hands in front of her. After not getting her attention again Tony sat down at the table across from her. "Do you talk?"

"Of course I talk, you moron," Ziva said, a little louder than necessary, lifting her head up to see him.

"Hi," Tony said, smiling his smile that won all the girls over. Well, every girl, except her. She didn't look impressed.

"What do you want?" Ziva asked, looking around. There were many tables with kids starring at her and she was sure that this was just a stupid joke.

"Just to talk."

"That is all they ever want," Ziva said. "Then I end up face-first against the lockers."

"Who did that?" Tony asked, very concerned. Why would anyone push her against the lockers? What had she done to any of them?

"Why do you care?" Ziva asked. She just wanted him to go away.

"I can tell them to stop," Tony said.

"Just do it," Ziva sighed, looking back down at her food. This boy was very attractive and she didn't need to be falling for the stupid basketball star.

"Do what?"

"Whatever they sent you here to do. You want to pour water in my hair, or crush my chips or something that your idiot friends think is funny," Ziva said. "So just go ahead, okay?"

"Why would I do that?" Tony asked.

"Because you are one of them," Ziva yelled, getting up from the table and walking out of the cafeteria.

Tony sat in shock. He was never turned down. Never. He was always wanted. Always they guy everyone looks up to.

Tony stood up and walked out of the cafeteria and towards the gym. He needed to clear his head. He opened the door and went over to the basketball rack. He grabbed a ball and shot from where he was standing. He made it in, not surprising. He moved towards the net catching the rebound and went to the three point line, he shot and scored again. He ran after the ball then brought it back past the three point line. He shot and missed, it bounced off the rim and back towards him. He grunted then grabbed another ball and shot towards the net. It bounced off the rim again. He sighed then sat on the ground.

He didn't hear anybody come up behind him. He only heard the swoosh of a net and then a basket ball hitting the ground. He looked behind him to see who had made the difficult shot.

"There's a trick to it you know," Ziva said, still looking at the basket.

"Really…" Tony said looking at her.

"It's all about the shoulders," she said, throwing him another ball. He caught it then stood up and walked up to her.

"And you know this how?" Tony asked.

"I used to play. But then I moved here," Ziva said.

"What's the trick?" Tony asked. Ziva sighed and motioned him to turn around. She placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Now, how would you shoot this?" Ziva asked.

Tony got into the position and she chuckled. "All wrong," she told him.

"You sure you know what you're talking about?" Tony asked, skeptical.

"Trust me," Ziva laughed. She moved his shoulders around until they were right, then walked in front of him and fixed his arms.

"Okay, now shoot," she told him, moving to the side. Tony tossed the ball to the net and was surprised when it went in with a swish.

"How did you know that?" he asked. How could a girl teach him how to shoot a basket?

"I told you, I used to play," Ziva said, turning around and walking towards the exit.

"Thanks," Tony said as he watched her walk away. He then turned and set up then shot and smiled when the ball went in again.

A/N: Soo... PLease review, even if it is just one word... God or Bad? What did you like,,,,, not like... Please let me know!