A.N So this is where the story startes to stray from the movie! I love this part, hope you enjoy.

I don't own Transformers, I only own Calla, and the outfits :) link to the one's she's worn are on my profile.


I sat on my roof thinking about the robot car I now owned. I suprisingly didn't care anymore, the car had been the only per- thi- ali- robot that had tried to make me feel better. Ever since I had gotten the car I felt better like someone was looking out for me and not just useing me. My parents never wanted a girl, they wanted a boy. I had no real friends, and I only really had Trent.

I sighed leaning back on the roof my legs hangin off the edge as I looked at the blue sky. I groaned as my phone recived a text playing my boyfriends ringtone. Fishing it our of my pocket and looking at it.

parti house b there 7

I replied saying a quick 'ok'. Looking back at the slow moving clouds I sighed wishing I could be gone. I would give anything to dissaper.

My eyes fluttered closed as I fell asleep.


The main moral is never fall asleep on a roof, but not this time, this time it was never fall asleep when your abusive boyfriend needs you to be at a party. I quickly showered making sure to off the dried blood, the water started to turn cold as I got the last specks of blood. Groaning at the cold I tried to shave my legs without getting hit, but failed many times. I left the shower my legs bleeding from re-opened cuts and the three new ones from shaving to fast.

I dried my self and the wraped the cuts on my upper thigh, and then stood infront of my clothes the clock reading 6:24. I then remembered I didn't have a car at the moment, sighing and texting Trent if he could pick me up. i knew he couldn't reist the urge to show me off.

The outfit was simple, a Hollister Co. Doheney dress, that was supersoft all-over, mesh with beautiful floral embroidery, gathered at waist, a scalloped trim at neckline, and a keyhole back detail with button closure. I slipped on a beat pair of black converse and a faux leather cuff.

I looked at my phone and then saw Trents message.

Sure Bunny see ya 6:40

Glancing at the clock it read 6:35, I sighed and hummed Jo Dee Messina's song Bring On The Rain as I put my waist length light brown hair in a high messy bun.


Trent had kissed my heavly make-up coated cheek bone and I winced lightly at the presure. The party was in full swing when we got there, Trent wraped an arm around my slim waist and dragging me around. By 8 O'clock everyone was either drunk or passed out. I slipped away from the drunk Trent and sat on the porch.

I drifted off thinking about my camaro. I felt a hand land on my shoulder, looking up it was a tanned male. I smiled lightly not to be rude.

"Hey sweety" I raised my eyebrow know wishing I hadn't smiled.

The man kept talking, now he was sitting next to me his sweaty hand on my knee. "Hey let's get out of here, you look like-" his hand went higher and I froze not even listening anymore. I wanted to push him off, but I couldn't.

The roar of an engine made his hand leave and look at the street. A sleek and shiny yellow with black racing stripes, 2009 Camaro, pulled into the yard ruining the grass.

The radio played my name "Calla... Calla" I blinked and pushed away from the perv. Moving until I stood next the car the passengers door opened and the radio played "Let's go, baby, just shut up and drive."

I smirked and hopped in the empty passenger seat as Trent walked out yell at me.