Disclaimer:

Transformers And Anything Related To Any Outside Sources In This Story Does Not Belong To Me. Everything Else However Belongs To Me.

Warning:

Involves Mentions Of Bullying, Obsession, And Sexual Thoughts As Well As Female Assets

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"When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love."

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

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Trent DeMarco was seven years old when he first met Samantha Witwicky. He was seven years old when he fell in love (iS It ReALly LOvE?) with a little girl. A little girl with hair the color of copper coins and eyes as green as leaves. A little girl with a voice as soft as the wind and a face as smooth as a cloud. A little girl as holy as an Angel.

It was a Sunday. On Sundays, Trent and his parents went to church. But this Sunday was special. It was an Easter Sunday, where scavenger hunts for eggs took place. The scavenger hunt usually took place in the forest behind the church. All kids were allowed to play. The kid that had the most eggs would win a special prize.

This Sunday, Trent wanted to do the scavenger hunt, alone. It took a lot of time to convince his parents to let him do the hunt alone but Trent's parents finally conceded. However, 20 minutes after the scavenger hunt began, Trent got lost.

Any direction Trent faced was the same. Just trees, trees, and more trees. Sometimes Trent would spot a bush or a squirrel but the squirrel would leave after being spotted. The sun started to go down. Soon Trent started feeling scared. The eggs weren't worth the price of being lost in a giant forest.

The bushes to the side of Trent started rustling. Trent froze and slowly turned to face the bushes. Please, please don't be a bear. Trent remembered the stories his dad used to tell him about bears killing people in the forest for trespassing on their territory. He hoped he didn't trespass on a bear's territory.

Out of the bushes popped a little girl. The little girl had leaves and sticks in her curly copper hair. Her slight sun-tanned skin had scratches on it. Her white frilly Easter dress was dirty and ripped and her green eyes sparked with irritation.

"Oh, good, I found you. You wouldn't happen to be Trent DeMarco would you?" The little girl asked. Trent blinked a little shocked at the girl's appearance. "Yeah, I'm Trent. Who are you?" Trent wondered how the girl knew his name. "You can call me Sam. Your parents are worried about you. They called a search party for you. Everyone has to help." Replied Sam

"Oh." Trent was surprised. He didn't think he had been lost enough to warrant a search party. "Well, come on, the way back to the church is that way." Sam pointed to in the east direction. She then grabbed Trent's hand and started walking back to the church.

Trent blushed at the contact. No one but his family ever held his hand. He started to shutter. "W-Why are you holding my hand?" Questioned Trent. "We don't want you lost again, do we?" Sam turned around right when the sunlight hit her. The sunlight caused her hair to shine brightly and her eyes to sparkle with mischief. At that moment, in the woods, Trent fell in love.

Trent was twelve years old when his path crossed with Sam's again. He was having trouble with math, his worst subject. His parents told him that if he didn't have an A or higher on his math test next week that he won't be able to join his middle school football team. Trent loved football. It was his thing, like how building Atom Bombs was Einstein's thing.

Since Trent sucked at math, he had get a tutor. And that is how Trent once again met his crush. Sam was in the tutor program directed towards helping people who have problem with Academics. Fortunately for Trent, Sam was assigned as his tutor.

". . . and this is why y = 10. Do you understand, Trent?" Sam asked. Trent shook his head from the trance he was in. For the last few minutes when Sam was explaining the math problem Trent was daydreaming about kissing her pink lips. "Sorry about that. I didn't quite understand." Trent apologized.

Sam huffed and pushed her arms under her developing breasts. Trent followed the motion of her breasts with his eyes. "I swear Trent this is like the seventh time you zoned out on me." Sam told him, unimpressed with his absent-minded behavior. "I'll focus this time. I promise." Trent replied. Sam crossed her legs allowing some of her skin to show from her skirt. Trent followed the motion, mouth suddenly dry.

"You better, Trent. After all it's not me that's going to fail the math test." Sam told Trent. "Yeah, yeah. Can you tell me why on problem nine we have to subtract the twenty three?" Trent asked. "Sure. The reason why is because we have to use . . ." Sam's voice droned on about the math problem. Trent finally decided to focus and tried to ignore the way Sam pushed her hair behind her ear.

I wonder if I can push her hair behind her ear when we get married, Trent thought vaguely.

Trent was thirteen years old when his heart was broken and his love (ObSeSSioN) turned to hate. It was the last week of middle school, usually for those graduating middle school a dance gets set up. This dance was similar to prom where you go with the person you like and take pictures to remember the dance. This year, the theme for the dance was Star-Gazing.

Trent was nervous. He finally decided to ask out Sam to the dance. He doesn't know if she would say yes or no. He hopes she'll say yes otherwise he wouldn't know what to do. Especially since he became the captain of the football team to impress her.

". . . So, um, do you want to go to the dance with me?" Trent asked from beside Sam's desk. Sam eyed Trent, amused with how anxious he was. "Are you asking me out on a date, Trent?" Sam asked, wondering if she could make Trent squirm some more. "Ah, uh, yeah. I am. Do you have a problem with that?" Trent questioned a little angrily, thinking she was mocking him.

"No, I don't have a problem with that. I think it's cute that you are asking me to the dance." Sam replied. I think I went a little too far. Sam eyed Trent now, a little anxious at how he would respond this time. "Oh." Trent felt the anger deflate. "Is that a yes or no?" Trent asked impatiently. "Yeah, I'll go to the dance with you." Sam said, glad to avoid Trent's temper.

Trent smiled. He was happy that he finally asked his crush out. He was also excited for the day of the dance. He couldn't wait to finally hold Sam in his arms and taste her sweet looking lips. Soon, Trent thought eyeing Sam hungrily.

The day of the dance soon came. Trent was dressed in a pair of faded jeans that were ripped near the knees. He wore a white T-shirt with a blue flannel thrown over the shirt. Trent was waiting impatiently near the gate for Sam to arrive. After a few minutes, a green 1961 Austin Healy MK II Roadster parked near the front gate. The door opened and Sam came out. Whatever Trent was going to say to Sam for making him wait went out the window.

Sam was dressed in a simple white summer dress. Her curly copper hair was pinned with a butterfly clip allowing people to notice the gold eye shadow and the dark lashes surrounding her green eyes. Her lips shined with lip gloss and she was wearing heels making her seem taller. All in all, Sam looked beautiful. And all of that is mine, Trent dazedly thought while staring at Sam.

"So, Trent, you want to go in now?" Sam asked awkwardly. The way Trent just stared at her gave her chills. "Uh, yeah, yeah. Let's go." Trent said, embarrassed that he was caught staring. He quickly grabbed her hands and dragged her into the dance.

After that awkward start, the rest of the dance went smoothly. Sam and Trent danced with each other for some of the dances and talked to each other during the breaks in the songs. They sometimes went to hang out or talk with other people during the dances but they mostly stuck with each other. Later, people started to leave. Trent finally thought it was the right time to put his plan into motion.

Trent's plan was made when Sam agreed to go with him to the dance. The plan was supposed to start when the dance was close to finish. Trent would then take Sam to an isolated area where he would finally kiss her. After the kiss, he would ask Sam if she would his girlfriend. Once Sam agrees, they would make-out there until it was time for her to get picked up. After that the rest of their lives were smooth sailing. Unfortunately, Trent didn't account for Sam's reaction to being suddenly kiss.

Trent held his face from the sudden slap that Sam gave. He was stunned and in pain. "What was that for?!" Trent growled out, grabbing the offending limb that slapped his face. Sam glared at Trent. "That was for suddenly kissing me out of nowhere and coping a feel!" Sam said angrily.

Trent squeezed the hand he was holding. Sam winced at the feeling of her hand being squeezed. "I wasn't coping a feel," Trent denied, "besides what kind of girl would slap the guy she was on a date with for a kiss?" Trent was angry at the fact that Sam slapped him. "The kind of girl that doesn't want to be kissed." Sam retorted.

"What do you mean that you don't want to be kissed, this is date for God's sake." Trent asked Sam surprised. "I'm no easy lay, Trent. I'm not going to kiss or make-out with someone on a first date." Sam told Trent, upset that Trent thought she was easy. "I'm the captain of the football team, who wouldn't want to be kissed by me." Trent said. "Well I certainly wouldn't want to be kissed by an arrogant jerk." Sam said while pulling her hand out of Trent's grip. That's gonna bruise, Sam thought while inspecting her arm.

Trent was about to blow when the sound of a car honk blared out. Both Trent and Sam turned to stare at the green 1961 Austin Healy MK II Roadster that honked. "Well, that's my sign to leave, thank god." Sam said relived. "Wait, before you go. I have to ask, would you be my girlfriend?" Trent grabbed Sam's shoulder tightly to prevent her from leaving. Sam angrily broke out from Trent's grip. "I wouldn't be your girlfriend even if you paid me!" Sam shouted to Trent. She then walked toward the car and climbed inside it.

Trent stared at the parking lot until the green car vanished from sight. He was shocked and hurt by how the day turned out. Soon the shock and hurt turned to anger. How dare you reject me! Your mine! You should be doing whatever it takes to please me! Trent thought, pissed off. He soon swore on his life that he'll make Sam's life living hell until she apologizes to him and begs him to become his girlfriend.

You'll regret not being mine, Sam.

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Boy . . . He Wasn't The Man I Thought He Was

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Author's Note:

Here is the Chapter about the One-Sided Trent x Sam. Yeah, Trent is totally obsessed with Sam. He, he. Something about her just calls out to insanity I guess.

Also Thanks to DarkDust27 for suggesting Trent x Sam. Without that review I wouldn't have made this.

This Side-Fic is a part of the Reluctant Heroes universe.

Also the reason why this Chapter is called 'Boy' is because Trent acted like a boy and Sam needs a Man. Trent was short tempered, impatient, cocky, obsessive, and couldn't control himself. Sam wouldn't be able to handle someone like that in a relationship especially if they force themselves on her.

About why Trent thought of marriage for Sam and him. Well, he is a twelve year old who holds an obsessive love towards Sam. Of course, he'll think they'll get married. Also, puberty starts at age twelve. That's why Trent's head is in the gutter.