A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews! I am actually writing this story based on my high school stories. I figured high school was the best chapter in my life and I might as well write a story about it! Haha :) The characters are based on friends, my love interests, teachers, family members, and me. It has obvious twists (like how Ziva lives with her friend's family because her dad is too busy for her & is the director of Mossad...I lived with my own family and my family is amazing!)
Important characters that have already been introduced:
Tony- HS football star & has a big family. Too many girls want him but he only wants one.
Ziva- moved from Tel Aviv right before freshman year to lives as an exchange student with Zaida. Dad does not want her around much
Zaida- Ziva's best friend since childhood, also Israeli, Parents is Samia and Yacoub, both ex- Mossad
Disclaimer: I do not own Ziva, Tony, or Forever21. I do however own Zaida, Samia, Yacoub, and Reagan High School (the one in Washington D.C., not the one in Austin, Texas).
Chapter 2
Ziva's POV
5:14 am. I am awake bright and early, I am so excited for school today. I wonder what it will be like, a new school in a new country... And I may get to see Tony. Just thinking about him I smile to myself because I get to see him again. I cannot just lie here, I need to go for a run. I find some running shoes and shorts that Samia bought for me. Walking quietly down the stairs, I notice the kitchen light on... I see Samia, Yacoub, and Zaida eating breakfast. "Oh my, you are already awake. Would you mind if I went for a run?"
"Not at all! Zaida usually goes for runs too in the morning. She says it's her stress- reliever"
I turn to Zaida who is all dressed and ready to go with me. "Ready?"
"Let's go! We will be back by 6:30!"
As we were walking out the door Samia yells out, "Be safe & keep your phones on! Do not be late, you girls have school today!"
Zaida and I have about 30 minutes left and we have already run for 2 miles. I needed a quick stretch before our 2-mile run back home and we stopped in front of a beautiful house that had stone on the outside, it was beautiful! I found it funny that it was flying a two- sided flag, one side was an American flag and one side was an Italian flag. I told Zaida that we should get one like that but with our homeland's flag. Her response was a eye roll and she asked me if I knew who lived there. I, of course, did not know; how would I know? I just moved here! I am looking at the house when the garage opens. I see Tony... he lives here. Of course, I would think his house is cute!
"Hello ladies. Out for a run I see, mind if I join you?"
"Only if you can keep up", I said smirking. This is a great first day of school and it has not even begun yet!
"I am pretty sure I can" I laugh to myself thinking we will see about that!
After Tony, Zaida, & I finish mile 2 I can see Tony trying to keep up. "I told you that we run fast!"
We reach our home and I can tell Tony is tired. Zadia can tell he is tired and she rolls her eyes, goes inside the house, and leaves the two of us outside. I suddenly felt so self-conscious because my wild curly hair was in a mess of frizz and I had sweat running down my face… Tony looks cute when he is tired. His smile is still very bright and he is looking at me as if he wants to say something. I wish guys in America just said what was on their mind. He obviously is not going to say anything, he probably cannot breathe well. I laugh aloud at this thought. He just looks at me as if I am some kind of laughing maniac.
"Well Tony, I had a nice run but I have to get ready for school and I only have an hour and a half to get ready. I will see you at school, yes?"
"Yes you'll see me around; I had a nice run with you Ziva. We should do it every morning."
"I will think about it. Bye Tony." I walk away, moving my hips, knowing he is watching me.
"Later Zee-vah!"
I run to the bathroom and shower. I decide to leave my curls down and loose. I put curl control mousse in my hair so it does not go all crazy! I go to my closet full of my new clothes; they are filled with Forever21 clothes. This is not really my style, but I might as well wear it to be respectful to Samia and Yacoub. I pick out the jeans that have rips in them (I wonder why Americans wear ripped jeans, do they not want them looking complete?), tie-dye shirt, and black converse. Should I wear make up today? I think I will, I wonder if Zaida has any... "Zaida! Do you have any make up? I am thinking about wearing some..."
"YES! I do! Ziva this is so exciting that you actually want to wear make up! Come in, come in! Let me do it for you!"
"Are you sure? Just do not put too much on please, I want to still look like me" I watch her pull out all these different things, I have no idea what most of them are but oh well, I will let her do what she wants. She tells me to open eyes and look down, she applies countless coats of that mascara stuff then she tells me to look up and applies even more mascara. Zaida pulls out a black pencil and draws on the inside of my bottom eyelid. Then she covers my face with a cover up that takes away my scars and red blush on my cheeks. I open my eyes and ask her if I am done and she says "Perfect! You are ready for your first day of American high school!" I am afraid when I turn to the mirror and I barely recognize myself. I do not really like how fake I look. Nevertheless, I tell her I love it and then we go downstairs.
"Oh wow Zivaleh, you look just like your mother. Rivka was such a wonderful woman. I miss her so, she was my best friend. I feel so bad to what happened to her though. Beautiful soul with looks to match. She would be so proud of you Zivaleh." Samia is close to tears when I look away, afraid of showing my emotions of my deceased mother. I wish she could be here with me, watching me live the free, safe life that she always wanted me to have. I speak to her at night as I lie in bed; tell her my thoughts, how I feel, and how I wish she were with me. I wish I could have saved her but there was nothing I could do. My thoughts take the best of me and I am left in the living room alone with Zaida.
"Zeev, are you okay? Are you ready for this? I know it's different but you'll get used to it, trust me!" I think Zaida is more worried than I am about starting Reagan High.
"Zai, I am fine. I am excited. I am ready for this American high school. Let's go!" I play everything off me missing Ima and wishing she were here. Zaida and I go outside to Samia's car and on our way to RHS!
