Ziva's POV
RING!! RING!!
I look up from my math once I hear the bell. Putting my stuff away I tick through my checklist of homework. Math, done. Science, done. English and Language, done. Just one more class and then I'm free. Walking closer to history, I see Tony and his friends laughing outside. Sadly my last class involves Tony the Terror and his walking bags of brainless snot, what he calls friends. They are not friends, friends should have some basic knowledge of hygiene and be capable of communicating in a language other than armpit farts. One perfect example of a real friend is my best friend, Palmer, whom I sit down next upon entering the class.
"Hey," he says, "How was dinner?"
"Awful. Abby and Tim got in a fight, my mom and Gibbs displayed tons of PDA, and there was no kosher food." I could've gone on but the teacher started class and we spent the next 45 minutes discussing the affect that Reagan had on our economy.
RING!! RING!!
The entire class stood up and packed up their things. Palmer pulled out his bus pass and left, needing to go to the morgue to meet his dad, Ducky. I walked over to Tony and tapped his shoulder.
"Ready to go Tony," I asked through a forced smile.
"Its T-Man, Ziva," he said obnoxiously. He then proceeded to walk out, leaving me to catch up with him.
I weaved through the crowd, trying to follow him. I was getting more annoyed with every second he ignored me. "Wait up!"
He didn't speak to me until we reached his car. At that point he turned to me and said, "Look. I'm giving you a ride out of the goodness of my heart and because my dad is making me. The least you can do is not embarrass me and keep up."
"Whatever you say, T-Bag!" I spat back hotly, hopping into the passenger seat.
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