Yeah Weird name but it came to me in a dream.

Summary; Ha, like I'm gonna tell you!

I'm having major boy problems so I'm might get a little extra creative.

Stang Out!

'Primus..." Bee heard the alarm go off. He rolled out of the bed and hit the alarm with a surprising amount of force. He raced around the room grabbing things he would need for the day, but then stopped. He felt weird, his optics widen. He'd had that feel before. The burning of his plate rubbed with each step. The hot, painful burning made him want to cry. He'd gone into heat.

He'd gotten every thing prepare the night before. Every casualty was thought of. It would torture the pitiful bug to the point of no return. He's never show his face around the football field. All that was left was the bug. Blurr was by the large doors waiting for the bug to show up. He went though his plan once more.

1) Invite to walk the pest to his locker, making him think Blurr has feelings for him.

2) Let him open his locker.

3) The pie and sucker puncher would make him stumble backwards.

4) IronHide would trip the loser and make him fall into a tub of hot used oil.

5) Then he would pour tons of cyber chicken feathers on him while saying like a badass "You thought I could love a disgusting piece of scrap, glitch?"

6) Then walk off like a boss.

And speaking of the pest, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Bee walked into the building with I-kid-you-not a ton of coolant in his system. He was so embarrassed to ask his carrier where the coolant was. He had heat creams and coolant in his bag. Why would he need to hide his heat? Very simple answer, he did NOT feel like getting raped today or any day. And the worst part of this ordeal was that it was game day!

He could swear bee felt his spark stop when he walked into the high school entrance and saw Blurr. He shook off the tingling in his legs and lowered his helm before quickly walking passed him. A servo grabbed his shoulder and earned a yelp from the bug. He turned around and a cheeky smile greeted him.

"Hey Bumblebee, mind if I walked you to your locker?" Blurr asked in smooth voice, Bee looked at the handsome face.

"Uh, I-I-I really can't s-s-stop you, s-s-so why not?" Bee barely stuttered out. He kept walking doing his best to kept his processor from wandering into dirty places. The blue running-back had trouble keeping up with walking pace that the bug had. So he settled with a mid fast jog.

"Why ya walking so fast?" Blurr asked in a teasing tone, nothing like the Blurr who'd planned on ruining Bee's social life.

"Well I got a cheer meeting, then an AG. meeting, then rehearsal for the honor society. And after that I have to give the charity papers to Mr. Magnus. Then the school day will begin." Bee explained. He walked up to his locker. Something was off. Ironhide gave him a smile, which was not something common.

With the last number in the code the locker was throw open. A red glove came, punching bee in the gut. A whip cream pie spattered in Bee's face. He stumbles backwards, blinded by the pie. Bee felt him losing his footing. Without warning he felt himself by surround by some shallow liquid. He wiped the whip-cream from his optics only to see Blurr above him. Be expected Blurr to be the knight in white armor and help him out. What he didn't expect was Blurr putting a sack out of his bag, nor was he expecting Blurr to pour the bag's contents all on him. Feathers. Cyber-chicken feathers.

Bee felt oils tear begin to roll from his eyes. The love of his life... had publicly humiliated him. He felt his spark shatter million times with each word from the blue mech.

"You thought I could love a piece of fitly scrap like you, Glitch?" Blurr spit the venom, the tears continued to roll off Bee face. He didn't care that bystander's were taking pictures and videos. The words had been to much. The final straw he had to escape. Leave the painful world behind. Surely Primus would understand and let him into the well, and if not, frag it.

He slipped off his backpack and sprinted, not even bothering to wipe the slop off him. Bounding down the halls and shoved anyone out of his way with little to no trouble. Oils tears fell down hitting the floor with each step.

Bulkhead ran from the crowded and grabbed Blurr by the neck before bellowing at him. "You fragging idiot! You were the last line of defense keeping him from suicide! Now he's gonna offline himself!" Bulkhead said releasing Blurr and ran down the hall. With a surprising amount of speed I might add. He shot Blurr one more glare before turning the corner.

The running back took a few moments processing what the green mech said. Femmes in the hallway gave him disgusted looks before walking away. The mechs turned away like nothing had happen despite the goo on the floor. Blurr relized the regret, he'd just cost a innocent bot with a small- probably first time crush, death. He looked down the small pool of goo. A lump poked out of the slim, not much but just barely. He pull it out, discovery it was the insects bag. He quickly with from drew it.

OW!

He felt something cut his servo. This time he left the bag on the ground and started searching it. A knife, one covered in energon. Fresh Energon. He looked at the knife once more than took off down the hall. What had he just done!

Boy does Bee have it bad!