WANNA HANG OUT? // PT.2
*SCREAMY* EDITION
~2ND POV~
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A/N: My apologies! I didn't expect this to be too late. It's only been two days, but I still wanted to get this one out earlier. Enjoy Starscream and the Studio Killers!
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So, basically, this is kind of what happened.

Starscream, because you were forced to be the center of his particular attention, had been flirting with you nonstop. You had been trying to politely ask him to knock it off, but everything you said, was replied with a sexual, flirt comment, or the wiggle of eyebrows.

Arcee did everything in her powers to get the Decepticon to leave you alone. Unfortunately, she was unable to do the same in classes that included Starscream and you, and excluded her. Other people began to take notice, and certain vehicons began to flirt with you while he wasn't around.

You hadn't been at the school for very long, and you things were already going south.

A bunch of the S.I.C.'s fangirls had also taken notice, and started to constantly bother you about him. They acted as if you were dating their favorite singer in a boy band, and were now preparing to eliminate and replace you. Why must this happen to you?!

Starscream only flirted with you because he had a thing for pretty woman (though you wouldn't dare call yourself pretty), and because he has a sort of one-night-stand-fedish. You didn't know, and you were unhappy about that.

Not to mention, you weren't used to being flirted with! This was new and uncomfortable for you. Very uncomfortable.

But! Back to the topic at hand.

Screamer had been being a cassanova to you, and you kindly asked him to stop multiple times. The teacher must have thought it was an argument, because your face had turned slightly agitated. You didn't seem to notice, but your History teacher, Mr. Micronus, a small man but good looking for his older age, appeared to.

And so, he assigned you and Starscream as partners. Your face had paled (if you could get any paler), while the boy's face contorted into one of mischief. This wouldn't be fun for you, and it'd be the exact opposite for him.

The even more unfortunate part for you, was that this was only the beginning.
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". . . And now, we're going to have to work on the same project for months, and then present it together." You complain, careful not to speak to loudly. You didn't want to sound like you were complaining too much! You'd hate to come off as one of those over-complaining rich girls. Arcee groaned, growing immensely worried for you by the second.

"Let's not forget that you'll probably be doing all the work, research, and setup for it, while Screamy bothers you the entire time." She grumbles the last part hatefully. At least she wasn't being forced to endure this.

"S-so, how are things going with Wheeljack?" You ask curiously. You were happy for 'Cee, but you were so busy with your problems, you couldn't help too much with hers.

"Oh! Things are going grea—" Your best friend was about to exclaim before a special someone interrupted. Primus, dang it!

"How's my favorite Neutral doing?" Starscream ends his question with an evil chuckle. You sighed, feeling sick in the stomach. Things would never get better than this, would they?

"What do you want Screamer?" Arcee hisses at him. The cafeteria, because that's the new setting you dingus, was still going on as it was, though you could feel stares on your back.

"Nothing to do with you, obviously." He growls back. "I simply wanted to see Y/N. We're partners in History class, you know." Arcee nods, an unamused look on her face.

"I'm quite aware of my best friend's most unlucky situation." The female Autobot informs him angrily. The boy ignored her statement, and began pretending the girl simply wasn't there.

"Well, Y/N, I just wanted to give you this." The 'Con hands me a slip of paper with his number and address information. "Just in case you wanted to schedule something to work on our little project." He gave you a wink, and immediately excused himself from your table, cackling as he walked away with additional sass in his step.

Arcee stares at you, practical mortified.

Other Autobots silently stared at you concerningly.

You placed your head in your hands, and forced yourself to not cry.

What an unfortunate soul you are!