This is chapter seven.

I'm not sure about this chapter, but it really starts to get interesting from here on in.

What happens in this chapter could be a touchy subject for some of you, if you are one of those people, I don't mean to offend you or anyone else by what I write.

Disclaimer: Not mine, Full disclaimer in the first chapter.

The few weeks went by fast and soon enough I was the week leading up to her birthday.

On Monday she walked into school to be greeted by Adara, "Guess what," she said.
"I don't know," Ziva replied.
"It's the tenth of November. Its two days until your birthday,"
"Yes I am aware of that. You seem more excited about the fact then I do," she said. She turned to her friend and glared at her, "What are you planning?"
"Nothing Ziva. I just have the best present for you," she said.
"I thought I said no presents,"
"I don't care,"

The bell rang to signify the start of the day, "I found out when I start my mission," Ziva said in a hushed voice low enough that only Adara could hear her.
"Really? When?" Adara asked her in the same tone.
"I'll tell you later," she said as she saw someone approach their desk.

"Hello, Ziva," said Bazak. Ziva rolled her eyes at her friend and turned to look at Bazak, "hello," she said. Adara remained silent.
"What are you doing tonight?" he asked her.
"I am going to my father's house,"
"Maybe you should ditch your father," he said.
"Yeah, why is that?"
"No reason," he said starting to walk away, "By the way, you look good today, David,"

He walked away; Ziva looked down and examined her front. Nothing was different. She wore the same kind of cloths that she did every other day, she didn't do anything different to her hair, and she didn't wear makeup.

She had to wait a few hours before Adara and herself were alone. It was lunch time and they were both walking aimlessly around the school grounds.

"Come on tell me," Adara demanded.
"What?" said Ziva being brought back from her thoughts?
"Tell me when you go on your top secret mission that only your father trusts you with,"
"Oh. I go Monday, I start when the holidays do. I don't think he wants me to miss school," she said.

They walked in silence for a little while longer, "you will come back?" asked Adara.
"Yes," Ziva replied knowing what she was talking about.
"But aren't missions like this dangerous?"
"Yes, but it doesn't matter, I am still doing it," Ziva said. She really didn't want to argue with her friend.

The school day went as usual, but by the end of the day all she wanted to do was go home. She began walking home expecting to run into Bazak and his side kicks. She was surprised when she saw only Bazak turn the corner.

"Hi, Ziva," he greeted in a cheerful tone.
"Good afternoon," she said politely.
"Can I speak to you for a minute?" he asked. Taken back a little bit, Ziva confusedly abided.
"What is it you want to talk about?" she asked. He ignored her, "I meant what I said earlier, you do look good,"

She wasn't sure whether she should feel flattered or alert from this over-weekend change in attitude to her, "I am wearing nothing different than I usually do," she said.
"There's something different. I can't put my finger on it though," he said as he stepped closer to her. She froze watching him, trying to read him.

He brought a hand up and gently stroked her cheek. She was starting to feel a little uncomfortable; she had never experienced this from anyone, which came as a surprise to some people.

"You look beautiful," he whispered. He stepped closer to her again, this time she moved back, backing away from him, "what are you doing?" she asked him.

He took another step forward, she took another back. He brought his hand to her face again and put the hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind her ear. At this she took another step back, hitting the wall behind her.

"I'm not meaning to scare you," he whispered as he cradled her head in his hand, bringing his lips to her's.

She did nothing; she was almost in a state of shock. She had never been kissed and now she was being kissed by someone that she hated and was pretty sure they hated her.

He lent into her more, pushing her back to the wall and his body closer to her's. She began to panic, not because she was scared, but because she felt she was going to get into something she couldn't get out of. She felt his free hand - the one not holding her head - move to her waist and then move around to her lower back, where it stayed.

She could feel her body warning her telling her it was time to get out of the mess that she had fount herself in. She could try to run, but the way he was holding her would make it hard. She could also try and push him off of her. If that didn't work, she concluded, she would have to hit him.

She moved her hands to his chest where she pushed him away, and off of her. This all happened in matter of seconds. He pulled back a little bit but didn't release his grip on her, "Please let me go," she asked in a non demanding tone.

He lent in again. This time she wasn't going to let him kiss her again. She punched him with all of the force she could muster in the limited space she had, the punch landed on his nose making a sickening crunching sound.

He released his grip on her and brought his hands to nose where blood was pouring out, and fell over his feet landing on the dusty ground.

She walked over towards him, "Never do that again. Next time it won't be your nose," she said menacingly, threateningly, "I don't like making a habit of hitting people. Except when they deserve it,"

She walked away from him, leaving him on the ground like he had done so many times before. Walking away she felt like a bigger and strong person. Not because she had hit someone, but because she had stood up for herself. It was something she knew she could do, but she didn't, her father told her not to hit people from school just ignore them, but she was not going to be treated like she just was, she was not going to let some low life take advantage of her, she had to defend herself.

She was a strong person - mentally, emotionally, and physically - but she did as she was told, took all anyone said or did to her lightly and ignored them. But what was she meant to do if that was happening. She knew she had the power, she knew she had the ability. She wasn't going to stand by and let him use her in that way.

For the first time, she actually fully believed that she could accomplish the mission that her father gave her. She believed it with no doubts what so ever.

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