Hello all! Here's chapter four, I purposely made this chapter longer because of the recent lack of chapters! I hope this makes up for it! I'm out of school for a while now so as long as I don't have to take my laptop back to the Apple store, everything should be good for adding more chapters! (: My next semester doesn't start until May 2-something. haha, such a great college student I am! As always, a big shoutout goes to Bee4Ever for editing this and dealing with my shenanigans! Let's all send her some love yeah?!

Enjoy ~

"So, if you don't mind my askin', is this your first year at college lass?" Trae smiled over at me, his perfect teeth almost as blinding as the sun.

Heart pounding I replied, "Yeah it is, I – It is, what about you?" Curse you tongue for that.

"Yes lassie. I just arrived act'ally. M'Flight landed yesterday, I lit'rally just transferred." He flashed me a now more sincere smile.

"Well I could - if you wanted I mean – give you a tour around campus." Stupid Stupid Stupid! Why in the worl-

"Sure, that'd be grand! Well, as long as the dean doesn't have somethin' planned already. Even then, it'd be nice to get a tourr from such a pretty lassie." He smirked at my rose colored cheeks.

"Sure I-I mean you already know where I am! So stop by whenever you fancy!" Immediately I regretted opening my mouth, my speech skills had dropped faster than a fly.

Ugh….

Five Minutes Later. . .

"Well, here we are!" I smiled, throwing out my arms to encompass the entirety of the Dean's building.

Trae chuckled at me and extended his hand – which I assumed meant he wanted a handshake. Following suit, he held my hand and pulled me close to him, our faces nearly inches away. A bright red flowered onto my cheeks as he pulled me in for a hug. Too soon did he let me go, and flashed me another brilliant smile.

"Well lass, it certainly was a pleasure. No doubt we'll cross paths again huh?"

I merely nodded before we made our quick goodbyes, and I trudged off to my dorm. The entire way back my head reeled with emotions: lust, jubilance, glee, guilt, and then anger. My thoughts travelled back to Optimus, the name still pinched at my heart. Why should I put myself through torture because of him? It isn't fair to myself.

But you know you care for him. My conscious grumbled at me.

So what if I did? So what if I do? He doesn't care enough to keep contact with me.

He's doing it because he thinks you'll be the safest that way.

Well fuck that. I grumbled as my brain battled with my heart. I shouldn't have to wait around for someone that probably doesn't feel the same way about me. I'm only 19 years old – a child – I shouldn't have to settle for one person. I'm young, I shouldn't be settling down. Although my conscious told me I was being greedy, I dismissed the feelings of negativity and pushed them down. I was done with waiting. Optimus didn't want to speak to me, so I wouldn't speak to him. Opening my dorm room I noticed Alice was back, however I chose this time to ignore her. Grabbing my towels and toiletries I headed to the dorm showers.

Isn't this the billionth time you've said that to yourself though? My conscious grilled me.

So what if it was? Right now I'm talking to myself – well thinking to myself – Well shit now I'm confused.

"Stop it." I growled out loud, a few girls in the showers looked at me with an awkward stare. Blushing I forced myself to stop thinking and jump in the shower to avoid the stares.

A few weeks had passed since the meeting with Trae, and tonight he's taking me out for our third date. Things had picked up between us: he's always available whenever I need him, and he treats me with more respect than any other man ever has. Needless to say, Sam hated him. Which brings me to now: I'm sitting in Sam's room and just finished telling Sam about my last date. His face resembled anything but happiness towards me at the moment.

"Sam, why do you dislike him so much, I just don't understand. Shouldn't you be happy that someone is finally making me happy?" I whined, Sam shot me a nasty glare.

"How can you say that D? Of course I want you to be happy you're my sister. But I can't get over the feeling that there's something wrong with him." Sam huffed.

"What could possibly be wrong?! He's a normal guy, going to normal college, with normal grades, and a haircut. There couldn't be anything more normal than Trae." I replied.

"And you don't think that's weird?" Sam retorted, "How can someone be that normal? It seems a bit suspicious if you ask me."

"Sam," I sighed, "I think you're paranoid. Maybe this whole thing with Megatron has you a little freaked about anyone trying to hurt us. And don't even deny it, because you know it's true."

Sam was silent, he stared back at me as if I had grown three heads.

"Are you kidding me?" He threw his hands up, "Fine if you don't want to believe anything I have to say, and blame it all on the Autobots then go already. But everyone knows why you're trying to hard with this guy – because you're trying to forget the feelings you have for a certain Autobot boss."

The red returned to my face, this time for a different reason.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about. You just can't face the fact that I've moved on, I don't even think about Optimus anymore. Let alone have a rebound for something that never existed in the first place."

Sam's eyes locked with mine. "If that's what you want to believe, then go right ahead. But I know what's going on."

"Ugh!" I huffed and stormed out of his room.

Tears stung at the backs of my eyes as I stomped through the courtyard to get to my dorm hall. Why can't he just be happy for me? Why does he always have to make things difficult!? I thought angrily as I marched up the stairs to my room. Why does everyone think I'm so hung up on Optimus Prime? Nothing ever happened to begin with! I silently screamed to myself as I slammed my door behind me. I trudged over to my bed, threw the covers around me, and dropped onto my bed with an angry sigh.

-three hours later-

Knock Knock.. Knock Knock…

Opening my groggy eyes I looked over to the alarm clock, 5:45 P.M. glared back at me. Rubbing my tired eyes, I sat up in bed and stretched. Oh shit. In a flurry everything flooded back into my mind and I realized: I'm late for my date! Shit shit shit shit shit. A string of curses followed me as I rushed to get dressed and tame my hair.

Knock Knock Knock..

"Hey DeDe, are you in there? I'm worried about you."

Oh, he's so sweet. I smiled to myself as I quickly opened the door. There he stood in all his glorious magnificence; his blue eyes sparked with a contagious electricity as he leaned against my doorframe. His tanned skin was accentuated by the white button-up that clung to his body. Damn, I grinned, that is one beautiful man. He held his arm out for me to take, I followed suite and we left.

Heading down the stairs, out of the building, and into the parking lot, we stopped by a beautiful ink black car – with POLICE engraved along the glittering sides. Surprised I turned to Trae,

"Are we getting in this car?" I asked.

He smiled in response, "Lassie, when you've got'a accent like this, you tend to 'ave friends in all sorts of places."

Giggling I played off the nervous familiarity I felt while getting into the car. Trae shut the door behind me and jumped in the drivers side. We immediately took off and sped down the road.

"So are you friends with cops or something – won't we get into trouble driving this?" I questioned him, the feelings returning.

"Lass, you worry way too much. Trust me I've got it all covered." He grinned at me then turned back to the road.

We drove for what seemed like a few minutes before we reached our destination; a small trail and the faint smell of the ocean. We rolled our windows up, and Trae swiftly exited the car to open my door. He's so cute. I smiled to myself as I stepped out of the police car, we then headed up the trail to the beach. By the time we arrived the sun was barely setting and it sent a tinge of orange across the sand and sea. Glancing down the shore I noticed a small picnic set out: A square red and white checkered blanket, a small wood table atop it, some candles lit on the table, and a small brown basket as well. I turned to Trae in shock and he looked back at me with a smirk.

"You did all of this, for me?" The breath left my body.

"Of course Lass, the one thing my father taught me was how to treat a lady right." He smiled and led me to the ensemble.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and into the evening eating, drinking some delicious exotic fruit juice – I forgot the name – and walking along the shore. By the time night fell we were laying on the picnic blanket staring up at the sky.

"Do you ever wonder about other planets lass?" Trae turned his head to me, his electric blue eyes were illuminated by the starlight.

My heart stopped, "S-Sometimes, sure. Like a-anyone else."

"Really? You don't have a passion to find out what's out there? Something other than us?" He asked.

"To be honest, not really." Because I already know what's out there.

"Hm, that's a shame. Maybe I'll be able to change your mind." He smirked.

I small blush framed my face as our eyes locked. I studied his facial structure against the now eerie light of night. Then a flash of blue, red, and silver popped in my head. Guilt etched itself into my gut as Trae leaned in close to my face. Really? Fuck. I mentally groaned as imaged of Optimus popped into my mind. Why does he always have to get in the way of everything? I shoved the thoughts away as Trae cupped the side of my face, holding me still. I felt my eyes flutter shut and his body heat against my cheeks. Not too long after the heat upon my skin I felt soft lips brush against mine, but something didn't feel right. My stomach turned over, and I felt my heart shrivel up. When Trae pulled away I forced a smile but avoided eye contact for the rest of the night.

When he brought me back to my dorm we gave each other a quick hug goodnight, and he stole another ill felt kiss before leaving me to my thoughts. Seriously Optimus, I hate you. I grumbled to myself as I walked into my room, Alice was awake at her desk and she turned to me as I walked in.

"How was your date?" she gave me one of her off smiles and I replied,

"Eh it was oka-"

"You have two letters on your bed, miss popular. Some random guy by the name of – well I don't remember. He had curly black hair and tan skin? I don't know but he left those for you. Said Sam or whomever had them." With that she turned back to her computer.

The first letter was from Sam,

D,

Hey D, I'm sorry about earlier. If you want to date this guy then I'll suck it up. Only for you, you're lucky I love you. Let's go out to dinner tomorrow to make up for it okay? My treat.

Love you sis.

Sam.

I smiled as I closed his letter, he always knew how to sweet talk my anger away. I giggled a little and opened the second letter. All happy feelings I once had were washed away as I finished reading,

We need to talk, meet me tomorrow afternoon, Bee will take you to where you need to go.

-OP