Teenage Memories

Chapter 1

AU, DiNozzo/Gibbs, Both still a teenager, Tony is around 15 – 19 and Gibbs is 19 – 21. And also, sorry for mistakes, I'm still having trouble finding a beta.

"Good morning students, welcome to Stillwater High School." Mr. Johansson, Tony's homeroom teacher, greeted the class at the first day of school. "As so you know, my name is Peter Johansson and you can call me Mr. Johansson or Peter, it's up to you." He said. As far as Tony can turn his gaze, he already knows that no one is really paying attention and he heard a sigh. "Alright, start from you, stand up and introduce yourself." He said pointing to the girl sitting in the front row, against the right wall.

She stands up and straightened her blazer and skirt. "My name is Nancy Hollister; you guys can call me Nancy." And she went back to her seat. It goes on and on until it was his turn. He was seated in the fourth row, against the left wall.

He stands up sloppily. He was using a plain black shirt, covered with a grey jacket and is wearing a pair of tight black jeans. He was skinny but built, and was confidence of himself. "The name is Anthony DiNozzo; you can call me anything you want." He thought he was imagining stuff, but he had heard awed voices from some girls, but he let it go; it was not important. He sat back down and listens to everybody introducing themselves. And after a while, they were done and the bell rang.

"Now, go to your classes, and have a great first day!" Mr. Johansson said and they all stood up and leave the class in hurry. While walking in the corridors, Tony opened a bubble gum and starts chewing at it. It was his trick, chewing bubble gum or anything makes him concentrate more.

In the midway, someone tapped him in the bicep. He looks down and see a girl from his class, he notices her as the girl who sat two rows in front of him. She had long blonde hair, hazel eyes and has a killer smirk. Every guy that had looks at her would be head over heels in no time, but something in him doesn't feel that way.

"Yeah?" He asked and the girl smiled.

"I'm Jackie," She said and offered her hand to him and he shook it gently. "So, Tony, what class are you going to?" She asked as they start walking together.

"Chemistry." He said coldly and Jackie squeals. Yeah, she actually squeals like a little girl.

"Cool! We have the same class!" She said and Tony simply nods. He admits it, he is a woman man, but somehow, he did not like her. Not a bit, not even really interested. The two walked toward their class as Jackie keep babbling stuff about the school, about the clubs and how her 'best friend' is a member of the football club. He keeps nodding casually. Until suddenly a group of guys wearing blue-white varsity showed up around the corner. He had almost stopped on his track when he see a brown haired guy, eyes closed as he was laughing, and when he recover, the eyes opened and reveal a piercing ice blue eyes that made his knees wiggly. He was walking in the middle of the group, nudging the guy next to him as he points at Jackie, or probably at him.

"Jackie!" One of them said and Jackie beamed up at him.

"Hey Dylan." She said and the guy, he assumed as Dylan, was looking him from head to toe, over and over again, it was making him uncomfortable.

"Stop it, Dylan, You're scaring him." Jackie said. Tony was still chewing furiously at his gum, wishing that he could just escape this awkward moment.

"He's your boyfriend?" Dylan asked, actually spat, suddenly making him frown. And he heard Jackie chuckled nervously.

"No, of course not! Stop it Dylan." Jackie said and Dylan nodded.

"Good then, I don't like him." He spat the words in front of his face, making Tony grimaces.

"Enough, Dylan, let's go." The blue eyed man he had observed said. Aww, he's helping me. He had thought, and stopped himself short before he can continue that stupid thought. And then, the blue eyed boy dragged Dylan away. Jackie let out a sigh as Tony shot her a look.

"Sorry, just he's just being stupid, thank god Gibbs took care of him." She said and he silently rolled his eyes. They continue walking as she continues babbling stuff again. But one topic got his attention. "Gibbs was not his good friend, but he is a good leader, he-"

"Sorry to interrupt, but can you tell me about this Gibbs guy?" He cut her off and she furrowed her eyebrows for a while before nodding.

"He's the captain of the football club; he's in his senior grade. Really smart, really stubborn. I've heard he's super strong and is the best player. And oh, his full name is Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He goes by Gibbs, sometimes LJ." She said and Tony nodded and murmured a 'thanks'.

When they arrive at their class, Tony spotted his old buddies from middle school and jumped in with them, saying a short excuse to Jackie. Then, he now knows a lot of new people. When the teacher walked in, he introduced himself. His name is Mr. Gerald. He was a strict, mean teacher, forcing Tony to stops his usual behavior, which contains passing notes, operating his phone, talking (which he did a lot) and sometimes, sleeping. But for his old school, he is one of the smart ones, making the teachers wonders.

But even if he makes sure he doesn't have anything Mr. Gerald dislike in him, he forgot one thing, and he was unlucky because he notices it after Mr. Gerald does. He was still chewing his gums.

"You, dump the gum and get out of my class." Mr. Gerald said pointing at him before pointing out the door. Tony's eyes widened.

"But, sir! I'm sorry, it won't happen again!" He said, sounded pleading.

"Yes, of course it won't happen again. I'll make sure of it. Now, you get out of my class before I drag you out." He said bluntly and Tony was already on his feet now.

"Sir, please! I need to-"

"Now." He said, pointing out that it's the end of the conversation. He sighed and walked out the class, dumping his gum at the trash bin by the door and closed the door behind his back. He looked around at the empty hallway and sighed. Well, this is a fucked up first day. He thought before walking across the hallway and sit on a bench. He thrown his head back, hands buried in his jacket pocket.

"I'm so getting a beating." He said softly, hoping no one had heard him. His douche behavior and his passion in basketball was just a distraction. But his straight A's is the only help he could get to get away from most of his father's other side.