Chapter 1: Nightmare

I sighed as I heard my government teacher taking his sweet time on this damn lecture. Fucking prick, I had places to go right now than listening on this 'Behavioral' lesson type of crap. My eyes roamed around the room, noticing several bored goths, one of them drooling like a waterfall on their desk and another nipping at their lip piercing. There was also another girl, shirt almost appearing to be a bra and a guy in a black button up suit. I popped the bubble gum with my tongue, causing Mr. Webber (the teacher) to flinch slightly as he wrote on the board 'learn your manners'. I smirked, flipping it on my tongue once more and emitting a pop louder than the other one.

This time he whipped his head to the class, "Who is doing that annoying gum noise?"

We all stayed silent, staring at him as if he was crazy. He gave us a threatening er, somewhat close to it glare, making a peace sign with his right hand and pointing towards his eyes then to us.

"I'm watching all of you delinquents!" He said loudly, me flinching at the volume.

"Can ya keep it down? I'm trying not to listen to you," I remarked with a mocking innocent smile.

"Excuse me? Miss..."

"Witwicky. Present delinquent, future valedictorian of Marshall High," I grinned proudly as some of the other students whispered to themselves. Gawking up in irradiation, I scrunched my lips to the right and turned to them, "You talking shit?"

"Yeah, what you going to do about it, bitch?" The girl who had the bra on had the nerve to speak to me like that? My fingers curled under the desk and I smiled, trying to keep my cool.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, your tiny little ass is going to find it's way out of that window," I jabbed toward the towering windows on the left of us.

She snickered, raising her eyebrows as if she wasn't phased. Let's see how long she'll last. "Yeah, you don't deserve that title considering you're a fucking bitch to everyone here AND a criminal!"

"Enough, Miss York!" I heard the teacher call her out.

Growling, my face began to redden in anger, "I deserve that title because unlike you I'm not some lazy ass bitch who only hops on dick every weekend and I am not a damn criminal."

She began to slightly falter, her brave little act falling apart piece by piece. Then, she gave me the most snobbish, arrogant smile I have ever laid eyes on. It was basically pouring money from her daddy's little bank. "You're right. Your mom is."

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" I cursed out as I threw myself at her. She shrieked as I pulled her hair and dragged her straight onto the ground, some strands being ripped right out. She done it. She struck that nerve in me that I absolutely never want to feel. People like her deserve to rot in hell for the closed minds they kept. I knew one thing was messing with me, but once someone messes with my family and friends, they're going to be five feet under a tombstone when I was done with them. She cried out for help as I got on top of her, throwing punches that Lennox and Epps had taught me. It had an extra blow to it as her right eye began to swell up, bruised and purple and her nose cracked under a sickening crunch, red fluid pouring from both nostrils.

"Miss Witwicky! Enough!" I felt two strong arms twine themselves around both of my arms and yanked me off of the ragdoll.

I was thrown onto my back on the ground, knocking the wind out of my lungs and I looked up only to see two spine rattling red eyes that made your blood run cold.

"You have something we want, Selena Witwicky" It growled at me, a sickening and malicious laugh being made.

I screamed when it slammed its hands down beside me in anger. Mustering all the courage I had left I snarked back at him, "Who are you!?"

"Give me the matrix" The Decepticon let out a low growl, almost as if it was animalistic.

My body shook in utter fear and my eyes widening as I saw a large scalpel-like weapon replace his hand. Shrieking, I tried to get up but I felt sharp coils piercing into my wrists and held me down securely. "Please! No!"

The robot just chuckled darkly before bringing the scalpel down to my stomach.


"Sel! Sel wake up! It's a bad dream wake up!"

I felt hands grip my shoulders and shook me. I awoke with a startle, thrashing slightly and sweat beading down my head and back. The bright sun outside of my room blinded me as my vision came to view of a brown, curly haired boy.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked me concerned and I nodded slowly, still filled with fear from the nightmare. "Hey come on, focus Sel. What happened?"

He snapped a finger in my face and I cringed from the slight trance dancing around in my head. I gave him a reassuring smile, "It was nothing, Sam...just still having nightmares from Mission City that's all."

He gave me a look that told me he didn't quite believe my but reluctantly nodded with a sigh, "Alright Sel, but if you have another nightmare-"

"Sam they're just nightmares, they won't kill me," I snorted, jumping out of bed and setting my hands on my hips.

"Yeah but it's still good to take precautions."

I turned to him with a straight face, "Sam. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself thank you very much."

"I know but now that I won't really be around much, you're going to need to be very careful," He explained to me and it took me a moment to remember Sam was heading off to college. Today. Just fabulous.

"Yeah yeah I know. I'll meet you guys downstairs," I mumbled, running a brush through my hair.

Once he was out of my room I stripped off the sweaty layer of my tank top and pajamas before heading to the bathroom for a shower. Upon finishing, I sat on the ground of the tub, still wondering about my nightmare. Never have I ever seen that Decepticon before and what the hell was the Matrix? Why was he asking me? Who was he anyways? So many questions, so little answers. Shaking it off, I got out and changed into a pair of shorts and a beige crop top that showed my mid-drift slightly. My hair had gotten longer within the two years and I had lost some of the baby fat from freshman and sophomore year. The skin wrapped around my body was still fair colored and my cheeks still dusted with coral and pink. I swiped some mascara on and a dark shaded lipstick, almost maroon and made my way down the hallway. Hopping down the steps, I was happily greeted with a wonderful spank from Uncle Ron onto Aunt Judy's ass.

Dick on a stick are you kidding me.

"Ugh no, Uncle Ron stop, what is that?" I groaned, placing a hand above my eyes, "Keep this PG please."

"I love it when you call me 'young lady', dirty old man," Aunt Judy giggled, tracing her index finger down Uncle Ron's chest.

"Woah woah woah, mom, dad please," Sam held two hands up with a disgusted expression plastered onto his face. For once Sammy, I can't blame ya'.

"You haven't seen anything yet," I heard Uncle Ron mutter.

I covered my ears and squished my eyes close, "La la la, I don't hear you!"

"Oh Sel, when you experience the wonderful feeling of love and passion you'll understand," Aunt Judy wrapped an arm around me, my face still twisted up grotesquely.

"If it means middle aged wedding spanks, no thank you," I gave her a polite and forced smile.

She laughed before heading upstairs as Sam and his dad spoke to eachother quietly, "You know me and your mom are proud of you. Being the first Witwicky to ever attend college."

I skipped down the stairs to pass them, I sang happily, "I'll be the second!"

"I'm crying again! This sucks!" I heard Aunt Judy cry out from upstairs.

"It's going to be alright, Aunt Judy!" I assured her back.

"It's just going to be hard for her you know. Her boy growing up and handling the world on his own," Uncle Ron stuttered, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"Just let it out, Uncle Ron, just let it out," I remarked, Sam patting him on the shoulder.

"You okay, Pops?"

"Yeah, yeah...hey Mojo! No dominating Frankie!" Uncle Ron scolded the two dogs getting it on on the couch. Huh, dogs get more than me. "Get off the couch, filthy beasts!"

The two rodents waddled away as Sam and Uncle Ron began arguing about Mikaela and college. I sighed, not really interested in this conversation and trotted over to the kitchen, thinking about serving myself up a nice smoothie for myself. I saw Sam run up the stairs, phone up on his ear and I rolled my eyes, smirking. I took out some fruit and began cutting some of them up. Grabbing the blender handle, I saw something small free falling from the ceiling and hit the dining table with a cling.

"Fire!" I heard Sam yell from the upper floor and cursed as a giant spark of electricity emitted through the entire kitchen. My hand received a shock that emanated through my whole body, both palms glowing blue. I gasped when I saw the kitchen appliances begin to transform their gears into mini Decepticons. I got down and caressed my hands to my chest, a light buzz flowing through them. Beginning to crawl, I tried my hardest to make sure their attention wasn't on me and yelped when I felt a tug on my leg. Glancing down, I saw a small Decepticon give a tiny roar, beginning to scratch up my leg.

"Get off!" I growled, kicking it away with my other foot. Taking my chance, I pulled myself up to my feet and sprinted to the backyard doors. "Uncle Ron get down!"

In the distance I heard gunshots being fired and saw Sam avoiding them by jumping off of the canopy roof. We all took cover when they emerged from Sam's room, the three of us barricading ourselves with the newly built fountain (which Optimus had broken two years ago) as the little bitches kept taking shots.

"What is that?!" Uncle Ron asked loudly through all of the noise.

Seriously is not the time to ask that!

"The entire kitchen!" I replied, screaming when one of them fired a strong bullet against the fountain, some rubble bouncing off of it. Having enough, I lurched forward, "Bumblebee!"

Within a second, a black and yellow Camaro came ramming out of the garage. He spared no time to take caution of the house and landscape around and just blasted his cannons wherever he saw a Decepticon, giving Sam's room a nice explosion when he hit it, some of the wood falling onto us. After a couple minutes, we shakily peeked over the fountain, only to see Aunt Judy running out, screaming bloody murder with a waffle iron on her head and crashing head first onto a hanging pot. I snickered slightly but was cut short when she got up angrily. Oh here we go.

"HOLY MOTHER!" She shrieked, taking in her surroundings.

"Bumblebee! Into the garage right now!" I heard Sam scold him, Bee gesturing over to the dead Decepticons and rolling his optics. "I'm about to have a nervous breakdown I swear!"

I snorted, "You always have one."

He glared at me and I got up, noticing Bee crawling into the garage after a 'whatever!' whirr and giving one of our old TV's a good shove. I pressed a finger against my temple as firemen began swarming the place. Sam ran up to me with a frustrated look.

"Sel, why didn't you use your shield! You could've prevented this!" He ranted on at me, my eyebrows narrowing.

"Excuse me? If you've forgotten I technically do not know how to use this shit!" I waved my now subsiding blue hands in the air. "And by the way Sam you had no right to yell at Bee like that."

"And why not? He blew up our entire house!" He argued back, pointing to the smoking building known as our home.

I rolled my eyes, "Still! We needed his help! Without him our asses could've been fried."

"You know what Sel! I don't have time for your immature alibis right now!" He gave me the cold shoulder and I made sure he got something he deserved for talking to me like that and swung my foot up between his legs. I gave a good ass kick to his balls and got a good view of him whining out in pain and falling to his knees before walking off to Bee's part of the garage. I saw him smacking his forehead saying 'stupid, stupid'. "Hey stop. No need for that."

He made a sad whine and I smiled warmly at him, "He's just stressed out and all."

'No reason...to...be...mad'

I nodded in response to his radio speaking. Patting his leg, I walked out of the garage and felt a hand grip my wrist before doing so. It spun me around and I was greeted with baby blue eyes. My breath hitched as I saw Bee's holoform right in front of my face, blushing slightly. "Thank you Sel, for saying that."

"It's no problem," I told him quietly, my eyes sinking into his. "Things are going to be different with Sam gone."

He gave me a sympathetic smile, "I know, but I promised him I'd keep you company."

"Thanks Bee," I laughed, punching him lightly on the shoulder. I suddenly heard chatting and saw Sam and Mikaela coming up to the garage. Turning to where Bee was, I saw his holoform was nowhere to be seen but saw his robot form fully active. We gave eachother a nod and small smile before Sam and Mikaela entered the garage, her gleaming at me.

"Hey girly," She greeted me happily, wrapping two arms around me.

Returning the hug I smiled into her shoulder, "Hey doll face, how's the shop doing?"

"Eh you know pretty good. Business has been increasing tons but my man-child father is still trying to get back on his feet," She rolled her eyes and I laughed.

"Just give it some time," I said, squeezing her shoulder. She nodded and we turned our attention to Bee and Sam who were contemplating about college. "We'll leave you guys alone to talk."

With that, me and Mikaela walked out of the garage. I began making my way to Aunt Judy, catching Mikaela stripping her leather outfit off and revealing a nice dress. How does no one say anything? If I were to do that I'd be way too self conscious no doubt.

"Sel! You need that psychotic alien to go with Sam! I cannot live with him anymore!" She exclaimed.

"Aunt Judy you know Sam's not allowed to have cars at the university," I tried to explain to her as nicely as I could.

"So? It's not the first time you teenagers lie and hide crap? Now you guys decide to be good?" She rolled her eyes.

Chuckling and I put an arm on her shoulders, "All in time, Aunt Judy, all in time. Now, shall we speak about per say a hot tub here and a pool there?"

I wagged my eyebrows at her and she sighed pleasurably, "I like the way you think, Sel."

After a couple more minutes of small talk with the Aunt and Uncle as well as firemen, they began loading up the last of the luggage and boxes into the car. I was now standing beside Aunt Judy, who was wiping Uncle Ron with wet wipes, and saw Sam and Mikaela having a moment. Smiling, I heard Aunt Judy say Sam was going to say the 'L' word. What lust? Or love? Who knows anymore to be honest. I stared up at the orange and pink sky, the sun beginning to hit the afternoon twilight and the air was a nice warm weather with a breeze. It was mid August so it was still summer and hot as shit, but this was really nice. It also set the mood for everything!

"Come on kiddo, time to go!" I heard Uncle Ron call to him as he finished kissing Mikaela.

Aunt Judy turned to me and gave me a big hug, she kissed my head and said to me, "Keep that Camaro of yours under control alright? If you need anyone there's a list of phone numbers on the fridge, give any of us a call, call Bumblebee if you're in danger, keep the house from exploding, and-"

"Aunt Judy, don't worry. I got it," I smiled and shook my head up and down.

"We'll be back in a month okay?" Uncle Ron told me from the driver's seat.

I nodded, turning to Sam who came up to me. He held his arms open and I rolled my eyes and sighed, giving him a tight bear hug in return. I felt small tears brimming my eyes as it now seemed real that Sam wasn't going to be around anymore. No more pranks at night, no more drawing on faces while he's asleep, no more punching someone (well I mean I can but it's fun with Sam) and no more anyone I can just talk to. I closed my eyes and mumbled against his chest, "Don't have too much fun without me, okay?"

He pulled away, slightly emotional as well, "It never is without you."

Laughing, I gave Sam one last wave before he hopped into the car. Mikaela walked up to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we watched the car fade into a tiny speck before turning a corner. I took in a heavy and shaky breath, turning to Mikaela. "Well I guess it's just us."

"Yeah, but we shouldn't mope around. Wanna go to in-n-out?" She suggested and I smiled, nodding eagerly.

I love me some burgers.

Hope you guys liked the first chapter! It's really just an intro to everything and I can't wait till we get into it! I know I was supposed to post next Monday but already wrote this up and edited it, so what the hell. I also got the title from a famous boxer as you can see and tied it in with how Sel's personality was. Thank you guys for all of your support and give this story some love with that Fave/Follow button!

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