Disclaimer: I own nothing. I own nothing. I own nothing. I own noth- BOOM! Sorry about that guys. My internal brain decided to go all monotone-robot on me. But yeah, I don't own anything. Sadly. Unfortunately. But I DO own Prowl! ….at least his toy.
A/N: Here's chapter three everyone! Hope you all enjoy it! Also, since I'm finally out of school for the summer this means more updates! Continue to review and read my friends!
There was no denying of how bored history class could be, especially with the windows wide open and the cool breeze shifting through. Several students were drifting off, tilting their heads to the side and trying to catch some extra snoozes. Again, this was Jasper High School. No doubt that anyone would want to fall asleep in Ms. Riker's World History class. Well, minus Erica. Her hand was scribbling across the page, writing down the notes that were presented on the slide while their teacher, Ms. Riker, was motioning to the screen. Being the labeled athlete and hard-working student, Erica was always the one to receive the greatest of grades... in this case, the "A".
Sitting in his newly assigned seat, Jesse was skimming through the pages of his book and frowned when he saw the aftermath of 9/11. He remembered seeing Erica wearing a pair of dog tags but he was not quite sure of how she got them. But then, he realized something. She lost her father two months after she was born. He looked over at Erica and leaned across his desk, whispering in her ear.
"I'm sorry about your father."
The blonde immediately stopped her pencil on the page and stiffened. She took in a deep breath and glanced back towards the dark haired boy.
"You shouldn't be sorry. I never knew him." She replied in a bitter tone. Jesse was taken back and slouched back down into his seat. With that stated, Erica went back to writing her notes as Ms. Riker continued to explain the usage of poisonous gas during the Great War.
Meanwhile, Myra had her head in the palm of her hand, her eyes close to slipping shut. No doubt in her mind that she was lover of history... only thing was that she hated the way Ms. Riker would teach - let alone speak. The woman was nearly in her sixties and would still ramble on about the "good old days" when she was a young teen. Her white bob, light hazel eyes, and wrinkles were definite signs of proof to show how old the woman... was.
"Miss Daniels?"
Myra jolted from her snooze and sat up. "I swear it wasn't me!"
Ms. Riker frowned and crossed her arms. Myra let out a small nervous laugh, hearing some of the other students giggle behind her. Hell, even Erica was laughing. But it was only out of the playful friendship they had shared.
"When did the war initially end?"
Myra perked."Armistice was called on November 11th, 1918 11:00 in the morning, ma'am!"
Ms. Riker didn't appear to be all impressed; she had to admit that Myra was one of her best students. The older woman let out a huff before she continued on with her class. Myra leaned back into her seat with a satisfied sigh of relief and glanced back over her shoulder to see Erica shaking her head. The girl shrugged at her best friend who in turn sent back a sneer.
For Jesse, he contemplated on whether he should talk to Erica again without plucking at a sensitive string. He rustled up some courage and tapped Erica on the shoulder. The blonde let out a sigh and then turned her head towards the boy who was sending her a soft smile. Erica folded her arms over her chest and frowned at the new student.
"What?" She hissed, trying to make sure that Ms. Riker wouldn't hear her.
Jesse bit his lip. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for mentioning your father. I never meant to offend you." The silver and dark haired boy replied in a whisper. Erica could see the apology written over the boy's face and sighed, nodding softly.
"Look, why don't you come over tomorrow night? I make really good dark chocolate cupcakes. And I can even let you help with the icing." Erica suggested, smiling at Jesse.
The boy nodded and then leaned forward again murmuring into Erica's ear, "I'd like that."
As for Myra, the raven haired leaned back into her seat and smirked at the shameless flirting that was going on between the new boy and her best friend. It was almost too easy. Way too easy. Myra gathered up her things and watched from her spot as Erica and Jesse began to talk quietly amongst themselves, a few laughs and smiles shared. Well, Rica. Looks like it's time for me to step in. Oh this should be fun.
It took another fifteen minutes when the class was finally over and homework was passed out to the students. Many of them were rushing to get to lunch, knowing that the local pizza place was selling dozens of pizzas that day. At only a dollar a slice, it was no wonder that Wednesdays were the best day of the week at the school.
"MOVE IT!"
Both Jesse and Erica were shoved up against the lockers as Myra raced down the hall and towards the lunch room. The dark haired boy leaned over to Erica with a questionable look on his face.
"Does she always do this?" He asked with a twinge of a Brooklyn accent. Erica nodded and looked up at the boy.
"When she's hungry you just make sure that you're not in the way. Myra loves her food and will shove even the smallest of freshman to the ground if there is pizza."
Jesse nodded with a small smile and continued to walk with the smaller girl. There's something different about her. Not like the other girl at the base. Definitely not as annoying thought the boy as Erica strolled into the lunch room and jogged up to meet with Myra who was currently in the front of the line. Jesse walked over to an empty table and sat down, pulling out a phone and Bluetooth.
... Okay, that's a lie. It wasn't a Bluetooth. It was only a ruse for its actual purpose was for another reason entirely.
"Hey, Ratchet, you copy?"
"What?" A grouchy voice answered. "I told you not to-. Oh Bluestreak it's you. What's the status report? Have you gotten the photos yet?"
Jesse saw Erica wave at him before he sent her a wave and smile back with a laugh. "No, I'm getting close to the girl though. She's invited me over tomorrow night, I'll try to sneak in and grab the flash-drive." Jesse spoke as Erica and Myra began to walk over from the pizza stand.
"Alright, just get back when you can and don't pull any stunts. We already have too many humans at this base, we don't need any more -. Slaggit I NEEDED THAT!"
Click!
Jesse took out the Bluetooth from his ear, stared down at the device and blinked a few times. That was weird. Then again, this is Ratchet we're talking about. He then placed the Bluetooth into his bag. Erica sat down across from the boy and Myra sat next to the blonde. The dark haired immediately dove into her pizza, munching on her favorite slice of meat lovers. Erica slid a plate with sausage and pepperoni pizza to Jesse, "C'mon. I got you some so you wouldn't be too hungry for the rest of the day."
Jesse slid back the plate and shook his head. "It's alright. I'm not that hungry." Cause, I'm a giant alien robot that can't eat meat. What a surprise! Erica and Myra both gaped at the boy in front of them and began to laugh.
The boy just stared at the girls and fiddled with his fingers. The two stopped laughing and then blinked a few times at Jesse in shock.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Myra blurted out.
Erica in response smacked her friend on the arm and glared. "Be nice Myra!"
Jesse held up a hand with a chuckle. "It's not a big deal."
And that's when Erica whirled her head towards Jesse with a scoff. "But you've never tried Simple Sally's! It's like the best pizza joint for fifteen miles!" Erica exclaimed, taking another bite of her pepperoni pizza.
Jesse shrugged. "I'm just not a big fan of pizza."
"You've never lived unless you've tried Simple Sally's. It changes you, it really does." Myra muttered, grabbing Jesse's plate and stealing the piece of pizza. Erica laughed before turning back towards Jesse who was fiddling awkwardly with his thumbs. Noticing his discomfort, the blonde quickly finished up her food and grabbed Jesse by the wrist.
"C'mon. I wanna show you something." With that said Myra was left alone at the lunch table while Jesse and Erica got up and walked away. The black head watched as Erica dragged Jesse by the wrist, pulling out of the lunch room and into the hallway.
Well, there goes my over-achiever nerd.
Erica pushed open the doors for the auditorium and made sure that Jesse also got inside of the large, open room. The girl grabbed onto Jesse's hand and pulled him towards the stage. The boy stared in awe at the stage, seeing the various props and backdrops that were used in the play productions and musicals.
Erica folded her arms over her chest and looked at the stage, sighing softly. "I've always wanted to be an actress."
Jesse strode up to a set that appeared to be from the musical, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. He admired the painting of the various greens, blues, and purples. The boy turned towards Erica, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What stopped you?"
The girl shrugged and picked up a deep red scarf, running her fingers along the fabric. Her eyes were soft and her voice had dropped down to a whisper. "People kept saying that I wasn't good enough. I tried to get better at acting but everyone just told me not to try anymore. To more or less give up. So, when I got older, I picked up a basketball and started to play. It's…been that way ever since. I've never really looked back on it until you showed up."
"I know what you mean. You feel like everyone wants you to be somebody you don't want to be."
Erica met eyes with Jesse. The taller boy walked up to stand beside Erica stuffing his hands into his jeans' pockets.
He sighed and closed his eyes. "I was drilled into fighting something that destroyed my family. We thought that everything would be okay, but we were dead wrong. My brothers were fighting a war that would cost both of their lives. I lost my family when I was young and was taken in by an old friend. And now that I think of it, he's more of a father than mine ever was."
"You must really miss them." Erica murmured, glancing up at Jesse. The boy opened his eyes and continued to stare at the floor.
"They were my family, what would you expect? All my life, I've wondered what it would be like if they were still around. Would I still be the same as I am today?" Jesse whispered while his eyes hardened.
Erica glanced down at Jesse's clenched fists and gingerly wrapped a hand around his wrist. Jesse jolted but then looked at the girl's sincere eyes. "I would've loved to have known my parents. You're lucky that you have someone like that around you. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my foster parents. I just want to know why my mom gave me up." The girl sighed.
"No harm in that, Erica. Besides, I bet your mom had a good reason for giving you up. She might have been forced to but didn't want to. You never know." Jesse replied.
"Yeah. Exactly, I'll never know." Erica let go of Jesse's wrist and then began to walk towards the edge of the stage. Jesse turned towards the girl and then started to laugh. Hearing the laughing, Erica turned her head back and frowned.
"What? What's so funny?" Erica questioned somewhat irritated.
Jesse slowed his laughter and then placed his hands on the girl's shoulders. He pulled her back a few steps and then stood next to her. Erica looked up and smiled when she saw the stage's lights beaming down on her. The girl uncrossed her arms and then glanced over to Jesse with a questionable look on her face.
"Why are you doing this? You just met me."
Jesse grinned and folded his arms over his chest with a shrug. "You're gonna make it big, Erica. Whether you wanna do basketball or set out into the acting business. There's no one in the world who can stop you from doing what you want. Remember that."
Erica walked over to Jesse and lightly punched him in the arm. The boy let out a yelp and began to rub at his arm. "Thanks Jesse. Now, c'mon, lunch is almost over and Myra will be curious to know where we are." The girl jumped down from the stage and smiled up at the boy. "Let's go Bluestreak!"
Jesse's face drained of color. Scrap.
"It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Jack and Miko make it sound like it's a torture house." Jesse spoke from the hood of his alt. mode. There was a chuckle from the parking spot next to him but there was no car.
"Forget about what happened to you at school! That girl you were talking to... she called you 'Bluestreak'? Do you think she knows?" Answered a slightly accented voice. Jesse rolled his eyes and then hopped off his alt. mode. The boy glanced around the parking lot before disappearing from sight.
"I'm not sure, Raj…. For all I know, her friend might've said something … Or we could be over exaggerating something due to your paranoia again."
There was an irritated snort. "I am not paranoid."
He would have raised an optic ridge if he was able to. "Riiiiight…This is coming from the mech who sleeps with a rifle at hand…"
"It's a precaution." growled his already annoyed companion. "And you haven't told me what you needed me for."
"Oh right, I need you to do something really important… Follow and spy on Erica's friend, Myra." Bluestreak spoke through his speakers.
The invisible car, Mirage, let out a groan. "I have to watch her?" Mirage revved his engine in frustration. Bluestreak started up his own engine and began to pull out of the parking lot. Mirage followed behind his partner, grumbling faintly in Italian as they drove out of the high school's parking lot and onto the main road.
"Oh, c'mon. It's only temporarily until I get the flash drive."
Mirage let out another groan and drove to where he was next to Bluestreak avoiding an oncoming car in the process. "But why can't Bumblebee do it? After all, he's the scout."
"And you're a spy. He scouts and you spy. Fair enough?"
Mirage was silent.
"I still don't agree with this."
Bluestreak let out a laugh. "You don't have to agree with it. You just have to follow orders or Luna may be the one you'll have to deal with afterwards. Don't you think that would be fun?"
"... Sometimes, I wonder who the real Autobot leader is around here."
"Would you rather face a raging, wrench-wielding medic named Ratchet, or our commander's femme?"
Mirage thought about his answer. "When you put it that way, I would prefer to meet my demise by our medic." The Italian spoke.
Bluestreak honked his horn at the invisible car. "Just do your job and I'll see you at base, Raj."
The newly painted Mustang drove ahead of Mirage and made a right turn as his partner went to the left. The two went their separate ways for the evening. Now, it was time to see if Mirage could gather up some information. Oh, this would be fun.
A/N: Does this mean that Erica knows about our lovely Bluestreak? Well, that's too early to tell. Send me a message if you have any questions! Don't be afraid to ask! Oh, and leave a review or two! *looks over to Topkicker26* What's your issue?
Topkicker26: FANGASM!
…oh right. Mirage. Don't mind her guys. She's normally like this and there is no cure. -shakes head-