WANNA HANG OUT? // PT.5
*OPTIMUS* EDITION
~2ND POV~
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You scanned the cafeteria, searching for somebody you knew. Mainly Optimus, as he was your favorite encounter since your first day. You only had classes with him in the afternoon, so there wasn't much to brighten your morning (^.•). Him and his friends (but mostly him) were the highlight of your day.

"Y/N! OVER HERE!" A familiar voice calls you. It was Smokescreen! He was at his table with Arcee, Bulkhead, Bee, and Ratchet. The Prime didn't seem to be there yet. You carried your lunchbox over there, taking a seat beside the Autobot troublemaker.

"Hello everybody," You spoke calmly, "How are you doing?"

"Fine." Ratchet grunts.

"Wonderful!" Bumblebee chirps. Arcee mumbles a "Good!" between inhales of her sandwich.

"Great! How are you?" Bulkhead asks me as he begins to play with what you theorized to be coleslaw.

"Bulkhead, stop playing with your food. If you're not gonna eat it, don't. But, thank you for asking. I am fine." Ratchet chuckles at you for your actions.

"Sorry mom." Bulk says, and throws a chicken nugget into his mouth.

   "Speaking of parents. . ." Arcee starts, looking into the distance behind you, "Here comes dad." As if on queue, Optimus carried his lunch tray over to the table and took a seat next to you.

   Before you came, he always sat next to Ratchet, listening to the teenager's rants and whatnot. Now, he sat on the opposite side, next to you, always wanting to know about your classes and any Decepticon movement towards you. You always smiled at this particular thought.

   "Optimus! Hey!" Smokey greets cheerfully, once again.

   "Hey Bossbot!" Laughs Bulkhead. The others mumble their hellos through their food, as they were hungrily eating away at their meals. You couldn't help but giggle, but it was easily hidden from your fellow Autobots.

   Optimus looked at you, one eyebrow raised. He obviously heard you, and was attempting to hide his own chuckles. You two could read each other like books. It was a simple fact that would pop into the team's heads' every once in awhile.

   "Hey, Optimus, Y/N? We have a visitor." Ratchet announces uncomfortably. Megatron was strolling over to our table, his signature sinister grin plastered across his face. A frown came onto the leader's face, but you placed an assuring hand on his shoulder. It was the usual posse with the warlord-like teen: silent Soundwave, megalomaniac Starscream, vain Knockout and an angry Breakdown, and psychopathic Airachnid, who was slung across BD.

   "Megatron." Your friends hiss. You, on the other hand, stayed completely silent. They were all growling at their rivals, though Ratchet was doing the usual: letting out annoyed huffs.

   "What do you want?" The Prime asks, already knowing the answer. Wasn't it obvious? Trouble, you thought annoyingly. This special teen was a real nuisance. You took a bite of the beef ramen from your lunch box, licking your moisturized lips.

   "Oh, I can't say hello to our new student? How low for an Autobot." Megatron cackles, his gang joining in. Your friends glanced at you, and in reply, you shook your head. For a tactical genius, it would sure take Megsy more than that to tip you off.

   "We're not looking for a fight Megatron." Optimus told him plainly, returning to his food. The wicked spread even wider, and the warlord-ish teen knocked the lunch tray off the table.

   "Are you sure about that?" He asks. He didn't unnerve you, but you didn't feel like dealing with him either. You let out a 'tsk' sound, causing absolutely everyone to look at you. What? Did you choke and make a scene? Pfft, that was highly unlikely.

   "We're quite sure, Megatron. Now, if you'll excuse us," You ate some more ramen, and got some dirty glares from the other 'Cons, "I would rather enjoy finishing my lunch." For whatever reason, the evil boy cupped your face. Who was he trying to provoke? You didn't know, because at the moment, you felt rather violated. So without a second thought, you twisted his arm, and that certainly earned some gasps.

   "Very well then." He replies in between grunts. "We will let you eat, for the time being." You released his arm and sat back down, pushing Optimus down too. He was secretly trying to calm down.

   "Nice going!" Bumblebee congratulates you. He pats you on the shoulder and high-fives Smokescreen.

   "Yes, thank you for that." Optimus quietly thanks you before throwing out the remnants of his meal. "So I was wondering if you would. .  ." He begins before some crashes are heard in the background. "If you would like to . . . hangout sometimes?"

   You gave a polite nod, expertly hiding your excitement. He smiled at you as you packed up your lunch, and then walked you to your afternoon classes.