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Ziva walked out of the girls changing room in her newly bought gym uniform consisting of a blue T-shirt, black shorts, and running shoes. She walked toward the crowd of students at end of the gym, and when she saw Tony, she sat beside him. Tony was one of Jenny's friends. Jenny's father is a marine and she met Jenny few summers ago when she spent her summer in Europe with her brother when their fathers were in business together.
The teacher walked into the gym and started the class just like every single class Ziva had today. "We have a new student joining our class this semester today." He looked at Ziva and gave her a look that implied her to introduce herself. She simply stood up and introduced herself.
"My name is Ziva Dah-veed and I moved here from Israel." Tony looked around and saw three different reactions when Ziva introduced herself. There was always those three kind of reaction that people have when there is a new kid in the school. The first group of people was curious of their new classmate, they tried to learn more about their new classmate and be nice to them. Then there is the second group of people who had no reaction because they just don't care. Then there is the third group of people who gave the hostile glare to the new kid, and in this case they were Chip's freshmen basketball teammates. Tony wasn't sure if she got hurt by or even noticed those glare or the whispers around the class gossiping about what happened that morning because if she did she sure hid it pretty well.
After the teacher took the attendance, the class went out to the field and ran five laps around the track. Ziva finished the five laps before half of the class finished their third lap and it did not really make her that tired. The teacher and the class was surprised that she ran that fast and so easily.
"Wow Ziva, you ran really fast." Tony said to her when he finished his three laps. He wasn't panting like rest of the class but he was somewhat tired too.
"I run 5 miles every morning." Ziva pointed out flatly, to which Tony raised his eyebrow to so she explained further. "It is a habit that I've had since I was 5."
Rest of the class was spent on dodge ball which was a game that Tony had to explain to Ziva but she caught up very quickly and by no time she was the best player in the class. Ten minutes before the end of the class, coach dismissed the class early to change. When Ziva came out of the changing room she saw Tony standing beside the door waiting for her.
"Hey Ziva, let's go to Algebra." Tony said when he saw her come out. Tony looked at the watch on the wall, there was five minutes left of the fifth period and he decided to himself to give Ziva a little tour of the school before going to class.
"Sure."
"Oh by the way you were amazing in dodge ball. You learned so quickly. You were really great." Tony said as he turned left when they reached main hallway. They continued to talk about all sort of things as they walked down the hall. When they reached the end of the hall, Tony said, "Ziva, I just want to tell you that-"
"We are not heading toward our math class." Ziva finished for him. "We would have turned right, not left when we left the gym if we were."
"How did you-"
"Jenny showed me a copy of the school map this morning." Ziva pointed out.
"And you memorized it? Do you have photographic memory or is it some kind of-"
"Does it matter?" Tony opened his mouth to speak but he closed it when he thought better of it. "So where are you taking me."
"Well there is this place I know at back of the football field-"
"Football field? It is at the back of the school. We would never make it to class on time. If you haven't notice Tony-" Ziva frowned as she cut him off, but stopped herself when she saw Tony biting his lips trying not to burst out laughing. "What?"
"I never said we were going to the football field now. And think about it, first of all we won't make it to class like you said. Second of all it's snowing outside, we'll freeze to death if we go there now without a jacket. And ... well that's all I got for now." Tony looked at Ziva to see what she was thinking but he couldn't read her expression so he decided to finish the sentence he never got to finish. "I was saying I know this place behind the football field that is pretty nice. I just wanted to tell you that if you ever wanted a tour just tell me and I'll show you. In the meantime, I brought you here because it started snowing and it gives the best view from the staircase window here. Because from what I've heard at least, the people who even remember seeing snow in Tel Aviv is like probably in a wheelchair by now. So..."
"It is beautiful." Tony was surprised when he found her sitting at the staircase window half a floor above him.
He climbed the stairs to sat beside her. "Well you're probably the only person who thinks that around here. By now most people here are sick and tired of those little flakes that we have to help our parents shovel off our driveway every time it falls." Tony replied.
The fifth period's finish bell rang and they headed for their last class. When the final bell of the day rang, Ziva and Tony walked out of their math class together.
"See you tommorow Ziva." Tony said as he headed for his locker which was upstairs. Then he turned around to say, "Ziva, you have my cell number right?" Ziva nodded and he continued. "Whenever you want to have your tour of the football field just call me, k?"
"Yeah. Bye Tony" Ziva replied back.
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Ziva looked at her watch as she approached the street where her new home was. It was already five o'clock. After one hour of detention for hitting Chip and his friends, she's finally home but she knew the trouble did not end there. Her father was definitely going to ask her about being an hour late and she knew nobody could ever lie to him. Maybe the school had already called home about the fight in the first place. Either way she was in a lot of trouble. She grabbed her keys out of her bag and opened the door. When she opened the door she saw her father sitting at his work desk in the sun room.
She closed the door quietly and walked cautiously trying not to make a noise toward the stairs but before she could go up stairs, her father shouted. "Ziva!" She sighed as she turned around and walked to the sun room where he was sitting. "Why have I heard that you had gotten into a fight with few boys at the school?"
Ziva looked into her father's eyes and she knew he was furious. It wasn't really her fault but she knew better than to argue with her father when he's furious. "I sm sorry, Papa."
Eli David slammed his fist on his desk as he stood up and walked up to his daughter. Ziva winced as her father grabbed her arm and slammed her against the wall hard. She bit her lips as she tried to not to yelp when her father squeezed her arm tighter, since that would make him even more mad.
"It was not Ziva's fault, papa." Ari said as he came down the stairs. "Charles tried to prank her first."
Eli David glared at his son for a minute before snapping back, "Go back to your room Ari, this is none of your business." Then he turned back to his daughter and started yelling, "This is not a joke, Ziva. Naval Hills High is one of the largest and best school in DC both academically and athletically. Do you have any idea how much effort I have put in to make sure that you and Ari can attend this school? You will not jeopardize it by getting into fights with boys and I do not care what they did or did not do. I do not want to hear any more trouble of you, do you understand?"
Ziva held her father's gaze for a minute before answering, "Yes papa."
As soon as her father released his grip, Ziva walked toward the front door, grabbed her jacket and went outside. She felt her arm stiffen when she stretched her arm to put on her jacket. It was probably going to bruise for a couple of days but it did not really bother her. Since the first time her father let her join him and Ari during their morning run and started her training when she was 5 years old, she got a lot of bruises and cuts from it and besides whenever Ziva and her siblings pissed off their father, a bruise always ended up on some part of their body. So it was neither surprising nor unexpected. Her father was not really abusive, he was just strict and have some anger management problems, but she knew that staying under the same roof as him when she pissed him off was definitely not an option.
She walked down the street as she tried to choose where she should spend rest of the evening, but when it was the beginning of February and snow was covering half the city there was not much to choose from. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. She got out her cell phone and dialed the phone number on the paper.
"Hello?" The boy answered on the other side of the phone.
"Hi Tony, I hope I am not interrupting anything."
"Ziva, hi. Uh,no,no I'm free. So, what's up?"
"Well, I was wondering if that offer about the tour is still good."
TBC and please review.
