This chapter is - to me - a lot more interesting than the last one.
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She woke up the next morning more awake then she did the other morning. Her sister left earlier than usual, this didn't bother Ziva. She did what she would usually do then left for school.
She reached just outside of the school gates before she was approached by the people she really didn't want to see. Bazak hadn't been a school since she had hit him – so two days. Today he had come and he had brought his friends.
"Ziva," he said. She turned around to see who had said her name. When she saw who it was she rolled her eyes and turned back to continue walking. She was disappointed to see that she hadn't broken his nose.
"I haven't seen you in a while. How have you been?" he asked catching up to her and grabbing his arm to get her attention. It also attracted some of the other student's attention.
"Oh, I've been feeling much better since the other day," she said stopping to face him and his friends in a confident, cocky tone.
"Yes, I was impressed. I didn't think you had it in you. You almost broke my nose," he said he brought her closer by pulling fiercely on her arm. He brought his hand to her face in a similar fashion that he did the other day. Most of the rest of the school yard were watching the events take place.
"You said it was the beginning of payback, I'm here right now to show you what a mistake that was," he said as he spotted a near wall and pushed her against it. Ziva gave them a bored look. His friends were watching Bazak now, waiting to see what he would do next.
For a brief moment Ziva wondered what he wanted. Did he just want to prove that he was bigger than her or did he just wanted to see her try to hit him again in front of her school and his friends?
He lent closer to her and put his lips next to her ear and whispered, "I bet you wouldn't be able to hit me like you did the other day," he said in a taunting tone. She didn't react; she decided to wait until they had enough and left.
That plan went out the window once he stepped closer to her and angled his body in front of her's so that no one else could see what he was doing.
Ziva looked over his shoulder and saw Kalev and Adara watching. Adara was clinging to Kalev's hand. She didn't know why though. A big part of her didn't want help, but there was that small part of her that wished someone would.
She felt the hand that Bazak had on her arm move to her front so it rested on her bottom ribs. His hand moved down and in to the middle of her abdomen the continued to travel down. Slowly. She broke when his hand almost reached the waist band of her pants. She was not going to be used or touched like this.
She kneed him in the stomach and he doubled over, then brought her hand up, and hit him in the side of the head. He fell to the ground, groaning. She straightened up and walked away.
She walked past her friends mumbling, "Thanks for the help," she continued walking for a few steps before she stopped abruptly almost running into on of the teachers. The teacher looked at her, "What happened here?" he asked mainly Ziva as he looked at Bazak rolling on the floor in pain.
Mr. Belkin was probably the teacher that disliked Ziva the most, "What happened?" he demanded. Bazak braced himself against the wall to help him get to a standing position. Then said, "She hit me for no reason,"
Ziva looked at him in shock then turned to the teacher, "That is not true," she said. The teacher looked between the two of them, "Do you have anyone to back those stories up?" he asked both of them. Bazak already had his friends at his flanks. Ziva turned to look at her friends. Kalev looked like he wanted to help, but Adara still had a hold of his hand. That was strange, she would usually be the first to help, and she didn't.
"Did anyone see what happened?" the teacher yelled out across the yard, "If not, return to your usual activities until the bell goes. You two, with me," he said.
Ziva watched Kalev say something to Adara then remove his hand from hers and ran to catch up with Ziva.
"Are you ok?" he asked when he reached her.
"Fine," she said coolly in return.
"Hey I would have come and helped you, but-" he began.
"There is no but about it Kalev. I did not need help, but it would have been nice, but neither you nor Adara were there for me," she interrupted.
"Well if I'm not here for you, then you better not explain to me what happened so I can back your story up," he said, "I didn't come and help you because you looked like you had it under control. That and Adara wouldn't let go of my hand" he explained, "That was strange," he added mainly to himself.
Ziva suddenly felt guilty. Kalev was one person and he chose Adara over her because she was more upset then she was, Adara wasn't as strong as she was. She couldn't blame him.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"Explain," he demanded.
By the time she finished explaining they were right outside the office, she didn't give him all the details. The five teenagers were sitting in the air-conditioned room waiting for their next instructions. A few moments later Mr. Belkin came out of the hallway followed by the principle.
"Now I have had reports that there has been violence in my school yard. I hope that is not true," the principle said.
Both Bazak and Ziva launched into there explanations at the same time.
"I don't care right at this moment. I have rung your parents and then we will get to the bottom of this,"
They waited another hour then the principle decided that they had had enough time. She called Bazak and his friends in first. From what she could gather, both of her parents had been contacted. Rivka would be furious and who knows what Eli would be like. He gave her specific orders not to use what she had been told in the school yard or against anyone at school. There was no way she was going to tell her father what had led to it though.
Bazak returned a few moments later with a wicked smile on his face. It was Ziva's turn.
"Okay, Ziva, what happened?" the principle asked.
"I walked into school, I was approached by Bazak, and he pushed me against the wall. I snapped. I was defending myself. I don't see the problem," She explained, straight faced. Using the mask she used around her father often. The one that showed no fear or pain and made her look serious – well, she was serious.
The teacher didn't say anything to that but asked, "Why did you hit him the other day?" Ziva thought back to his day when he had kissed her and the sleepless night afterwards.
"Same thing," she explained, "I am sick of being treated that from him,"
"Hmm, interesting," the principle murmured to herself,
"How many people can back that up?" she then asked.
"I don't know," Ziva replied, "The other day my brother saw them hitting me,"
At this moment the door opened to reveal one of the other people from the office, "Ari Haswari and Rivka David are here," she stated. Ziva felt her stomach drop. Her brother could come but her father couldn't.
"Okay, we will be out in a little while. I will just finish here," the principle said and the lady nodded and closed the door again.
"Okay, Ziva, so you're telling me that you have no one to back this up," when Ziva nodded he continued, "So, with no one to back it up, you basically attacked with no motive," she stated as she stood, "I am going to talk to your parents,"
Ziva stood up angrily. No one would believe her. She dismissed herself from the office – even though she could hear the principle telling her to get back into the office. She told them she was going to the bathroom. She walked out of the air-conditioned office towards the bathroom that was near the back gates.
She had her bag which she had collected from her locker and simply walked out of the gates in the general direction of her father's house. Ari wouldn't be there tonight and her father comes home for lunch on Thursdays. She had a key. She wouldn't be alone for long; she needed a place to hide while they looked for her.
By the time it was 10:30 she had reached her fathers house. She was surprised to find her brothers car sitting outside, but it wasn't unexpected. She knew it was stupid to leave school but she wasn't going to stand for being accused of attacking someone just for the sake of attacking someone. She also knew it was stupid to come to the one place the one person who knew her as good as her self would look. She stopped far enough away and out of sight so he didn't know and couldn't see her. Then she thought about the one place she could go and that he wouldn't know wouldn't even think she would go.
Always be unpredictable. Why didn't she think of it first? Because she wanted to stay in the safety of her bubble.
She double backed and turned the previous corner. The corner that took her straight to her father's work. It would take her another hour but that didn't matter.
She walked through the doors of the building and straight for the reception desk.
"Hello," said the receptionist, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, can I please see Eli David?" she asked.
"Just wait over there," the receptionist replied. Ziva nodded, sat down at the chair with the back facing the window. She pulled her jacket from her bag and placed it over her shoulders. Then pulled the hair tie from her hair and put her hair up in a bun.
It was another five minutes before she was handed her visitors card and escorted to her father's office. She could feel the eyes of other people as she walked through the open office. She had a feeling they knew who she was. Her escort opened her father's office's door.
"Ziva," he greeted once her escort had closed the door and walked away, "People have been looking for you. I hear you ran into a little trouble?" he said.
"Yes, I have been a target of one person's interest for a while," she said.
"You do know you have been suspended from school for the rest of the term and then the first three weeks of next year?" he told her.
"I don't care. I am ready to go on the mission," she said confidently.
He father walked to his suitcase and pulled out a folder, "here are the details," he said handing the folder to her, "Follow me," he said. She stood and followed him.
He led her to a small room off of his office. It had enough room for a desk and a chair. He told her to take a seat. She places the folder in front of her and opened it, "You will do what ever it takes to get what we want from him. Okay. We need to know where he is and who he is selling to," she nodded once and began to read through the criteria of her assignment.
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