Yo- I know that I just started a transformers fic, but I wanted to try making a different one for funsies. I'm not going to lie, it's a school fic with the transformers in their 'tweaked' human forms.

Optimus/OC

I'm just going to see how this goes- if it doesn't take then I might put it on hiatus. Which I would absolutely hate to do since I have never done so with any of my other fics. Nor do I want to abandon it. So, read/don't read. Let me know what your thoughts are, cause I'm fairly certain that this fic is going to suck.

Or not- you never know.

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The first time that any of them had really noticed the little femme, it during their second month as human adolescent's enrolled in the local school. It was a typical September afternoon of them ignoring the human kids, the kids (especially the males) getting pissed at them and deciding to lash out like the children that they were.

This time their intended target just happened to be Bumblebee, whom today was sitting alone.

Convenient right?

Think again. Usually Optimus and the rest of the guys tended to stick together like they were conjoined twins, however today the teacher had decided to separate the whole lot of them for reasons that none of them really knew or understood.

And normally Optimus would have thrown a fit that would have landed him either back where he was needed or in hot water with the teacher- however today- before he could so much as do or say anything their teacher had been called to the principal's office for something.

Leaving all of the kids, without any true form of supervision.

That's when the trouble began. Not that any of them were really surprised by this fact. Human's as a whole seemed to thrive on trouble of some kind regardless of whether it was an appropriate time for it or not.

Now, everyone of the Autobots knew that Bumblebee could take care of himself if it came down to an actual, honest to god fight. Optimus had trained the mech personally, so he and a few others knew what he was capable of. However the human's didn't. So it would never occur to them that they were stepping into something that they should keep their noses out of- at least until it was too late.

Today- the trouble makers were the same as usual.

The athlete elite, which consisted of James Horatio, Markus Max, Jamie Lynx and a few others.

The teens were crowded around Bumblebee's desk. Each of them were invading the younger mech's personal space, touching him, saying crude and disgusting things about his body that churned Optimus's stomach and made him see red. So when one of them actually had the audacity to lean down and press their lips to Bee's- that was when Optimus, Jazz and several others present began to get to their feet to go help their young friend who seemed to have frozen in shock when suddenly the male kissing Bee was yanked back away from him and went tumbling to the ground with a dull thud.

Optimus didn't really see her at first. The males were far taller than her, and their bulky bodies were hiding her much shorter and more petite form from view. However Bee saw her, if his shocked/awed facial expression was anything to go by.

In recent months, humans had dealt them a terrible blow. Going from their allies, comrades and friends, to their enemies in the short span of time that they had been on Earth.

So the fact that not only a human- but a femme- was defending one of them was...well, distressing to them, to say the least. However it was happening nevertheless.

The athletes all turned on the femme like a pack of rabid dogs, causing Bee to jump up from his seat and begin to move to place himself between her and the other humans, however he never got the chance before one of them reared back his fist and punched her.

There was nothing held back from the force of the blow. It was meant to not only injure the femme, but to knock her down and instill fear within her.

Something that none of them liked the idea of very much. In fact Bee looked like he was about to rip the head off of the guy that had struck her and beat the hell out of the others. And he was a split second from possibly blowing their cover when the femme dropped the guy that had hit her.

Optimus didn't even know how she did it.

One second the guy that had hit her was smirking and looking thoroughly pleased by his cowardly and low action towards the femme, and the next he was on the floor and she was stepping over him so that she could make her way to her desk in the back of the room.

She brushed by him, Jazz, Ratchet, and Sideswipe as she moved, not bothering to hide the blood running down her chin from her mouth.

Turning their attention to the femme, they each watched her sit down at her desk and prop her injured cheek in her hand as she looked out of the window.

It was after that day that they each began to watch her. It was simply difficult not to. Especially after she had gotten hurt defending one of their own. And though her injuries were minor- the fact that she had been hurt helping one of their own was a difficult thing to just sit back and ignore.

After all, they were honorable bots, despite what the human's thought.

So soon after they began watching the femme, it became an unspoken rule- that no one would mess with her unless they wanted to get beaten down. She was theirs. Period.