*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The day had gone by moderately slow and I hated it. The only good thing was that I hadn't received homework in any of my classes so far and I was thankful for that though to me it didn't quite make sense on why the teachers insisted on giving me so much homework when I wasn't in school. I prefer the work when I actually know what I'm doing with it.

Currently, I was sitting in my seventh period astronomy class. Mr. Hamilton was rambling on and on about stars while I was doodling in my notebook, not even bothering to pay attention to the lesson. I'd just get the notes from Braelynn later.

I looked up for a quick moment and noticed a certain body missing in the room. I nudged Braelynn's side and she stopped writing to look at me.

"Huh?"

"Where's Trent at?" I asked her.

"He switched classes," she whispered to me.

I just nodded and went back to doodling in my notebook. Minutes later the final bell rang and I packed my things into my bag before grabbing my crutches and following Braelynn out of the classroom.

"Why did you ask about Trent?" she asked as we approached our lockers. I put in my combination and opened my locker to put my books inside.

"I don't know. I was just wondering why he wasn't at school considering that it's been weeks since the incident has happened," I told her. I closed my locker and looked at her.

"Well he's here. He's just not in our seventh period class anymore."

"Why?" I chuckled.

"Beats me. He must be really scared of you," she joked.

I scoffed. "Yeah, I highly doubt it."

She shut her locker and turned to face me.

"Well, I'm just glad you're back at school. .again. You have no idea how lonely I've been without you here," she whined.

I laughed. "Well I'm here now, so no more loneliness for you."

She smiled at me and began walking away.

"I'll see you later, Lea. Text me," she called.

I just laughed and made my way out of the building as quickly as possible, though these crutches made it hard for me to do so. I noticed Ironhide sitting by the curb in front of the school, so I quickly shuffled towards him.

About halfway to the vehicle, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I stopped and turned around, only to be met with the eyes of Trent DeMarco. Shocked, I shifted backwards and ended up falling to the ground, my crutches clattering down beside me. I cursed under my breath and moved to retrieve them. Behind me I heard a car door open and slam shut. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Ron, so I threw a hand up in his direction as if to tell him that everything was fine.

Trent shifted in front of me. "Are you okay?" he asked me.

I just laughed at that. Since when did he care about my well-being? He held out a hand to me but I refused it. I used my crutches as an aid to help me stand up.

Once I was steady on my feet, I turned to face Trent. He was a lot different from the last time I saw him. There was a large blue cast on his right arm that extended from his wrist and all the way up to his shoulder. There was also an ugly yellow color on his face. I figured that was from where I kicked him.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

He sighed and stepped closer to me. I stepped away from him, careful not to fall backwards this time. He frowned.

"Look, all I want is to say that I'm sorry for everything," he started. I scoffed. "No, please just hear me out. I really did like you but I was just so mad that you rejected me. I should never have put my hands on you. If I could take it back, I would. I hate knowing that I'm the reason for all of this," he said, gesturing to my injured knee.

I chuckled. "If you remember correctly, I healed. You're only half of the reason why I'm being forced to use these damn things in the first place," I said bitterly.

He sighed again. "You got injured again? How?"

"It doesn't matter. Are you done saying what you have to say?" I inquired.

He shook his head and then turned his attention to something behind me. "Why is he staring at me like that?" Trent asked.

I turned to see Ron glaring at Trent. I laughed before turning back to the boy.

"Wow. I wonder. He's watching you to make sure you don't try anything stupid," I told him.

"Well, I'm not going to so could you tell him to back off, please?" I just shook my head and he rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to continue?" I pressed.

"Listen, I want to try and be friends and maybe sooner or later if you let me, we can be more than that."

I gave him a look.

Wow, he really didn't know his boundaries. There was no way in hell I would ever consider that, especially the last part. It just made me want to gag.

"You're kidding me, right?" I laughed.

He shook his head and gave me a small smile. I raised an eyebrow.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but that's not such a good idea," I started.

He frowned. "Why not?"

"Because, I don't like you and no offense but I could never in a million years like you in the way you want me to," I told him as politely as I could.

I could see anger flash in his eyes, but as quickly as it came, it went.

"I didn't mean to make you angry," I said.

He shook his head. "No, it's fine. I'm just learning to deal with it better."

I nodded. "Look, I have to go. I'm sorry things didn't go the way you planned, but if it makes you feel any better, I accept your apology," I informed him.

His eyes brightened. "Really?"

I nodded. "I'll see you later, I guess," I responded awkwardly.

He gave me a small wave before walking away. I sighed in relief, thanking God that it was finally over. Instead of wasting time on my crutches, I held them like I had done this morning and hopped over to the truck. .or Ironhide.

Ron took my book bag from my shoulder and placed my crutches beside the truck before helping me get in. He threw my crutches and my bag in the backseat before getting in on the driver's side. The truck took off almost instantly and Ron turned to me, very seldom paying attention to the road. Had I not known that this vehicle was capable of transporting itself, I would've started freaking out.

"What did he want?" he asked me, pure disgust in his tone.

I chuckled. "He wanted to make nice with me."

"Is that all?"

"Well after he told me to tell you to stop staring at him, he said he wanted to date me."

Ron raised an eybrow and grunted. "Hm, that's too bad."

"Why is that?" I inquired. Now, he was looking at the road.

"You've already been claimed," he said.

I gave him a look, but smiled. "By who?" I chuckled.

He just smirked. After a few more minutes, we pulled into the driveway. I opened the door to get out and slowly jumped down from the truck, careful not to hurt my knee. I closed the door and went to open up the back door to retrieve my stuff, but before I had the chance, Ron appeared from the back of the truck, my crutches and my bag in hand. He handed me my crutches but kept my bag in hand. I didn't want to waste time with the crutches again so I just hopped to the door.

"You have those for a reason, you know?" Ron called after me.

I opened the front door and hopped in, Ron walking in behind me. "I know."

He shook his head at me before heading up the stairs; probably to put my bag in my room. I sat down on the couch and switched on the TV. Suddenly the front door burst open and I jumped back but soon relaxed when I saw that it was my mom and dad. I smiled at them.

"Hey, what's up?" I greeted them.

"Nothing really. Where's Ron?" my dad asked as he hung his jacket up.

"Upstairs putting my stuff up," I answered him.

He nodded before walking over to sit down on the recliner while my mother sat Anna down in her playpen before sitting down on his lap; something which I grimaced at. They notice my facial expression and laughed.

"Is something wrong?" my mom asked me. Ron was now coming down the stairs.

"Could you please not do that? It's gross," I exclaimed.

Ron sat down beside me on the couch. My dad laughed at me and my mom moved closer to him. They only did this to bait me. They knew I hated their PDA. It made me very uncomfortable.

"Freaking stop," I exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked with a chuckle. My mom got up from my dad's lap.

"Azalea doesn't like it when Sarah and I are especially cozy with each other. It makes her rather uncomfortable so we do the best we can to torture her," my dad told him.

I rolled my eyes.

"Personally, I think it's because she's jealous," she said as she walked past me and over to the chair beside Anna's playpen.

I gave her a stern look. "Why would I be jealous?" I inquired.

She laughed. "Because, you don't have a boyfriend."

I rolled my eyes and face-palmed. My dad was laughing and I shot him a quick glare. I swear my parents were the sole definition of embarrassing.

"Have you talked to Logan lately?" my dad asked.

"I swear if you don't shut up I'm going to kill you," I exclaimed. Ron was now laughing and I was feeling insanely awkward.

"It's okay, Lea. You'll find someone sooner or later," my mom said.

I wanted to tell her that I already have, but that would spark an endless amount of questions that I would be forced to answer.

"And then the two of you can embarrass your kids with your endless amount of PDA," my dad teased.

My goodness. .

"Doubtful," I grumbled. Ron shot me a look but I just shrugged and stared at the wall.

"On a more serious note, how was school today?" my mom asked me, now cradling Annabelle in her arms.

"Boring as usual," I told her.

"Did you have any problem getting her up this morning?" my dad asked Ron.

I laughed when I remembered the events from this morning. Before Ron could answer I spoke.

"No, he didn't."

"What's so funny?" my dad asked.

I hadn't realized I was still laughing. I quickly recovered myself before answering my dad.

"Nothing's funny."

"Then why were you laughing?" he pressed.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "None of your business," I retorted.

He rolled his eyes at me. "So, guess who I saw today?" I exclaimed with fake enthusiasm.

"Who?" my mom asked me.

"Trent," I answered her. She made a face at the sound of his name and I laughed.

"What did he have to say?" my dad asked.

"He said he was sorry and that he wanted to be friends and other things," I said, a gross feeling inside my body.

"Other things?" my dad questioned.

I pursed my lips. "He wanted to date me."

My mom snorted and Ron grunted.

"You could always go for him," she baited.

I glared at her. "This is not a joking matter, Sarah. That is the most vile, horrific, repulsive, disgusting, vulgar, and revolting thing that could ever happen in my life."

"I was kidding. You didn't need to recite the whole dictionary to me," she laughed.

I rolled my eyes.

"Enough with the dating Trent talk because I don't care if years from now you want him, it won't happen. I will kill him before it even has the chance to pop into your deluded little mind," my dad said.

What the actual fuck is going on here? Did he not just hear the list of adjectives I recited?

"Did you not just hear what I said? My goodness. Is this embarrass Azalea day or something?" I exclaimed.

My mom and dad just laughed while Ron was shaking his head.

"No. I'm just trying to get you worked up before I tell you what I need to tell you," he told me.

I gave him a look. "What do you need to tell me?" I inquired.

He smirked. "Next Friday after school, I'm going to pick you up and take you to the base with me. I've been granted clearance for you to meet the Autobots," he told me.

"When were you going to inform me of this?" Ron asked him rather bitterly.

I laughed. Uh oh.

"I thought they told you when you were down at the base earlier?" my dad said, obviously confused.

Ron grunted and shook his head.

"Bunch of slaggers never tell me anything anymore. I swear to Primus I've had it up to here with the lot of them," Ron retorted.

WOW.

"Tempermental I see," I teased. He smirked at me.

"Just be ready, Ron. I can't afford for anything to go wrong," my dad said.

Ron grunted. "I'll have everything and everyone under control. Trust me, Will."

"Inform me on something," I stated.

"Inform you on what?" my dad asked.

"What are the Autbots like? Like personality wise," I asked.

"They're just like humans. They all have different personalities," my dad told me.

Hm. I didn't expect that.

"Really?" He nodded. "What's Ironhide like? The only reason I ask is so I know what not to do when I actually meet him. I don't wanna say the wrong thing and then have him shoot me or something," I babbled.

Ron chuckled. "I told you he's not going to hurt you," he assured me.

"You never know."

"We know, Lea," my dad said.

"Whatever. Just answer the question," I instructed him.

"Ironhide is an old, grumpy hard ass who can be nice if given the opportunity," my dad told me.

"So, he's pretty much just the robot version of Ron?" I teased. He grunted and my dad laughed.

"Basically," my dad responded.

"So judgemental," Ron stated.

"I'm so sorry. I had to say that," I giggled.

He just smiled at me. It just felt so good being with all of them right now. I honestly couldn't ask to be closer to a group of people.

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