Summary: Animated Bumblebee feels rejected when Sari dates a new boy at her school. But, can this boy really be trusted? Is he working for the Decepticons or is Bee's jealousy getting in the way of his judgment?

A/N: I'll make this brief and to-the-point, as I won't be leaving any more A/N's through the entire story. Hi there, this is my first Transformers story and I'm fairly new to the fandom. My friend got me hooked on it through the movies, which lead me first to Animated, then to G1, and then to Prime. Animated is the first one I happened to watch shortly followed by Prime. I'm rambling…anyway, Bumblebee quickly became my favorite Autobot (G1, Animated, Prime, Movies, doesn't matter to me) and the SarixBumblebee pairing grew on me, so here's my first attempt at it. Emjoy!

Prologue

It had started as a normal day at school for Sari. By normal, she meant duller than a Decepticon exhaust pipe. For once, she sat quietly at her desk, lazily playing with a pencil as the teacher took attendance.

After her upgrade, Sari's father decided that Sumdac Tower was no place to educate his daughter. Sending her to the local high school gave her more freedom and, perhaps, she'd socialize and "hang out" with some of the kids.

Sari's reputation for being the "weird kid" made her an outcast. The girls were clique-y, like all high school girls (some of them weren't mean, they just had friend groups already which made Sari feel uncomfortable), and the boys were grade-A douche bags. She snickered at the thought of Bumblebee trying to run them over for calling her very offensive names.

As her thoughts turned to her best friend, a sigh escaped her lips. It had been months since she accidentally stabbed him, but the guilt still felt the same. She had been deliberately avoiding the yellow mech, opting to hang out with Bulkhead. Sari knew Bee was getting annoyed, but he had to understand that she couldn't emotionally face him again without imagining the live wires creeping out from under the yellow armor, Ratchet's fearful expression, the fact they almost lost-

No, Sari thought, I'm not going to think about that. Bee's alive and he's completely fine...other than being totally pissed at me for avoiding him. I can work that out with him later. Maybe if I-

"Class," the teacher said, breaking Sari's thought process, "I'd like to introduce you to our newest student from Siberia." A boy with short sandy hair stood next to the teacher. He wore a yellow T-shirt covered by a dark blue jacket, jeans, and black Converse. Sari had to admit, although the outfit looked a bit unoriginal, he was pretty cute.

"Hi," he said, "my name's Rory. I know it doesn't sound Siberian, but my parents are from the States." His voice had an edge to it, like he was naturally meant to be noticed.

"Alright Rory, just take the seat behind Sari over there," the teacher pointed to the red-head, "and I'll begin the lesson." With a nod, Rory made his way to the desk, passing Sari a small smile before sitting down. Sari couldn't help but blush a bit before mentally slapping herself.

'What are you thinking?' she mentally berated herself, 'Hitting on a boy on their first day of school is not good! Just, get to know him first, introduce him to the Autobots, and let things happen from there.'

"Hi, um, Sari is it?" he whispered to her. Sari nodded slightly, so the boy continued, "Cool, you have a nice name. It's...unique."

"Most people say it's weird." she replied.

"I don't think so. Why would people say that?"

"Everyone thinks I'm weird, so my name MUST be weird too." Sari huffed.

"Well, in that case, 'everyone' is judging you too fast. Want to sit together at lunch?"

"Um...yeah, of course," Sari replied, slightly surprised, "You realize everyone's going to think you're weird too, right?" Rory shrugged.

"I don't care. You seem like a nice person and high school students are always dumb when it comes to judging people. You seem different...good different. Those girls," he pointed to some of the scum of the class, "are not worth my kindness or yours."

Sari turned around to face the new kid and smiled.

"Rory, this is the start of a beautiful friendship."