Playboy

A Transformers: Prime fanfic by haloangel21

(10/9/12) Author's Note: I've had this idea in my head for a while, and wanted to try it out.

Chapter 1

I can't believe it. Principal Moore sentenced me to detention with the Darby loser. At first, I wondered why I was forced to spend that time with the wimp, but I understood 'cause he apparently found out about our little match a few months ago. "It's for your own good, Vince," he says all the time. He says it was time that I took responsibility for my actions. He just doesn't see that I don't follow those words. Responsibility? Hah! Who would be stupid to do that?

My eyes wandered to his seat in the middle. That was just like him, being a teacher's pet, blah, blah, blah. Just who did he think he was? Some hero? Puh-lease. He doesn't have any muscles to prove it! I heard his mechanical pencil tapping endlessly on a piece of paper on his desk. Probably getting his homework done, I assume. Great. What a geek. He wasn't a genius, but he knew some basic stuff. At least he was getting good grades, while mine sucked. Hey, can't blame a guy for trying, can you? A sudden surge of anger rushed through me, as I narrowed my eyes at the back of his head. Crumbling a piece of free paper into a ball in my hand, I smirked. The detention teacher, Mr. Hanson, was probably emailing his girlfriend or something, 'cause his eyes were glued to the computer screen. It almost made me want to throw up. Mr. Hanson? On a date? I took another look at him. A bit overweight, smelly, bald. I would be surprised if he did have a girlfriend.

A honk to my right, out the window, alerted me. Curiously, I looked out and was close to pummeling that idiot, Trevor, out of range. His smirks sometimes made me feel worse on my bad days. Today was one of them. He smirked, and for that, I felt the urging need to wipe it off his face. Sudden giggling told me that Trevor wasn't alone. Glancing back at the teacher and shrugging it off when he still wasn't looking, I rested my arms on the ledge of the window, the only thing open to the world of the school. My heart stopped. It was Sierra and her friend. The red-head smiled sheepishly. I knew she was faking of not being into me. Her friend at her side waved a gesture that I returned. Once my hand dropped, Trevor laughed. His eyes were teasing. I only scowled. What was he so happy about?

"How much longer, dude?" He asked.

His question forced me to sigh. One more hour. "Detention sucks, man. One hour left."

His face froze, but his pupils shone playfully. "Oh."

"Oh?" I repeated, an eyebrow raised. He suddenly backed off. "What do you mean by "'oh'?" He gave a nervous laugh before answering,

"Bailey Bridget, you know her, right?" I nodded in confirmation. She was hot, and once a student here. But she moved away at the end of freshman year. "Well, I bumped into her earlier on the way to school, and she said hi. She said she came back 'cause her dad got a transferring job. Said she's holding a party tonight at 10 at her new place. You in?"

I blinked. Not only at Trevor, but at Sierra. What did she think of my business with Bailey? Her face remained the same: just calm, with a tiny hint of a smile. I'll never understand girls. They're just so…mysterious…in a bad way. Looking back at Trevor, I grinned and the two of us did our own handshake: grabbing each other's hand, and patting one another's backs. "I'm in," I said. He grinned.

"Awesome. See ya tonight!" Trevor hopped along to his Army green Jeep car, and ignited the engine. With that, he drove off with Sierra and her friend inside, leaving specks of dust and dirt behind. I watched them leave for the road, disappearing under the green light. All I could think of was Bailey. God, why did she move away? I barely had enough time to ask her out! But that was all going to change. Tonight was going to be my big moment, and I smiled at the thought.

"Psst! Vince!"

Huh? I turned myself around to find the Darby wimp at his seat, expression hardening when we looked at each other face-to-face. "Whaddayawant, Darby?"

He frowned more, brows digging deeper into his skin. "You should get back to your seat before Mr. Hanson finds you missing—"

"Don't tell me what to do, Darby. I can do what I want whenever I want. Got it?" I shot back. His coal eyes widened at my snappy attitude. I didn't have time to argue with a loser! We both may be in the same year and the same age ranges, but I was higher that he was, in popularity. What right could he possibly give on me? The wimp still said nothing and turned away. Hmph. The nerve of that geek. He's on the edge at one point, and then the next, believes that he's no match for me. Hah. Nice try, pal.

The door opened so suddenly, and I looked up to see who the newbie was. My scowl burrowed deeper as I glared at the female. Oh. It was one of Darby's wannabe friends. She stuck a tongue out at me instantly the second we set eyes on each other. I guess she wasn't pleased being stuck in detention with me. I rolled my eyes at her move. One word: Annoying.

Mr. Hanson looked up from his screen, and muttered, "Miss Nakadai." The girl shrugged. "If you could find a seat anywhere…" he drifted off as he rubbed his eyes. I shook my head in satisfaction. She was the most frequent troublemaker at school since day one. Every time I was stuck in detention, I often heard teachers groaning at the sight of her. They barely had enough energy to hold her in here.

She glared venomously at me, which I so happily returned to her, stopped to find Darby in his seat. Frozen glares melted away as she beamed at him, and sat in the seat on his right. "Hi, Jack!" Her high-pitched voice nearly sent me headaches. So loud! Darby mumbled a hello back. His darkened voice had me wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Realizing what I said, I shook it off. Since when did I care about Darby? Sure. We were best friends till he changed. It wasn't my fault! Darby was nice to me when we were in kindergarten, the two of us playing blocks. Both of us were wimps all throughout middle school. By the time that ended, I felt I needed to change my wardrobe up. Goodbye childhood. Hello freedom! Glancing at the clock, I sighed heavily. 3:15! Still an hour left. Darby's and that girl's voices were hushed, almost like whispering. My eyes narrowed. What were they talking about? Secrets too precious to be let out, maybe? Curiously, I leaned (while pretending to not notice) into their conversation.

"…Bulkhead says…"

"Right. And what…Ratchet? What…he do?"

She sighed. "...Right."

"At least…Optimus." Darby breathed.

I frowned. They were talking gibberish! Who were…Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Optamush? Some strangers they knew? Snorting, I smirked and leaned back into my seat, my head resting in my hands. I could settle for a nap if I was to be stuck here for an hour. After all, I needed my beauty sleep, if I was to impress my dream girl tonight.

Finally, 4:15! Mr. Hanson let us out of the classroom (about time!) and all we did was scatter like little kids. My smile grew bigger and bigger the closer I got to the main entrance. I had a good feeling about this. Bailey would be there in all her hotness after coming back. This could be my only chance! Walking down the steps of the stairs to the pavement, I spotted my too valuable sports car in the parking lot. It sat there in all its glory, the sun reflecting off the paintjob. My parents gave me the car as a present for my sweet 16 birthday months ago, about one month before Darby and I did our match, and I couldn't be any happier. As I made my way across, I took notice of a familiar vehicle sitting nearby my car: Darby's blue motorcycle. I froze. What was it doing here? Next to it was a green ATV car. It was enormous, much larger than the bike. Before I could utter a swear word out, Darby and the Japanese girl brushed past me.

"Bulkhead!" she called to the green car. To my surprise, the green car's headlights flashed. Okay. What was that? Did I just see-?

"Arcee, what's up?" Darby greeted his bike. Why was he talking to his motorcycle? These people must be insane! I watched Darby's face for a moment. Clearly, he was waiting for a response, and suddenly laughed, as if the bike said something funny back to him. I wanted to hide. Camouflage myself so he didn't see me noticing the strangest thing to ever happen. But he never looked up. Instead, he walked over to the bike's side, put his helmet on, and sat down on the seat. Just as Darby sat his bum on the cushions, the bike roared to life. H-how? I didn't see him put a key in the ignition! How was it possible that it started up on its own? He backed out of the parking space, and revved his way out. The green car, with the girl inside, followed him and his modem. I just stood there. Frozen in my spot. Geez. I must be experiencing hallucinations. Just what I needed.

I shook my head to get myself back together. This isn't what I wanted, being dizzy and missing the opportunity to get the girl at the party. I've wanted to ask her out for years, and Darby wasn't going to ruin it for me! Scoffing at his "spectacular" performance, I dug a hand into my jean pocket, and brought out a key ring. The key ring had both my ignition starter and my house key. The other model was to lock/unlock it. Pressing the "unlock" button, I heard the car releasing the security doors for me. Even the headlights flashed out.

It greeted me. Like I was its master. Opening the driver's side door, I got in, buckled my seatbelt up, started the engine with a swift flick of the key inserted, and slowly backed out of the space. Once I was out, I shifted the gear to "drive," and steered the wheel to the left. The car obeyed my request and swerved to the proposed direction. We exited off the school property and onto the road. The radio played Beatles music, stuff that I knew about. Several songs continued on while on the road for home. I had a good feeling that my chances of asking Bailey Bridget out were going to be huge! I could hardly wait!

So…tell me what you think? :D

-Halo