This chapter takes place a couple months after the first. If you read the author's notes last time, you'd already know this. It's now winter in the chapter. I figured that if I kept going day-by-day it would go extremely slow and I already have the second story/book (I don't really know what to call it) That's right… more Butterflys and Bumblebees!

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Winter:

I looked outside, the mix of heavy wind and snow always made me cringe… especially at 6:50 in the morning…

I was trying to be as normal as possible now. After that last incident with John… I had to be more careful about the way I did things.

So now, here I was, freezing my ass off, waiting for a bus to get here. I couldn't afford to let anyone see me in vehicle or robot mode.

Everyone had kind of forgotten about John. People just assumed he moved and his mom was crying because she was having problems with his dad and she didn't want to move even though he did.

I really have no idea how these kind of rumors start. Somehow no rumor got started about me, although people would look at me like a pipe bomb ready to explode at any second. I couldn't really say I blamed them, I was even freaked out I might have another meltdown sometimes just looking at myself.

The bus finally came to my stop. I stepped on the first step and my driver said, "How's the winter doin' for ya'?"

"It's going fantastic…" I said with a sarcastic tone.

I sat down and stuffed my earbuds in my ears and turned on my music. It was still dark outside and I was still tired. I hated waking up early. I hated everyday except Saturday.

I still remember the other Autobot's reactions when I told them about what I thought I did. There's technically no proof that I actually killed anyone, but all the evidence just points to me.

The day after that Ratchet wouldn't let me go to school. Bumblebee didn't let me go either. But then Bumblebee was also upset when Ratchet said "No video games for a while, Butterfly didn't need anymore violence than she had already caused." We kind of had a group "intervention". They just asked the same question over and over again that if anything was bothering me. Well yeah, but not enough to actually kill someone.

It wasn't long until we arrived at my school. When I stepped out I made sure to look down every step I took to check for ice. I made it safely inside and got to my first class. We had a class where all we did was sit around and read. They would let me listen to music because they knew I was the only one who would actually read.

This one guy I had never seen before sat across from me. I figured that I could just ignore him and tune into my music. He had other plans…

"Hi there!" He said in a really high-pitched voice.

I looked him up and down. He had a gothic style. He had dyed black hair with a wristband on one arm and a chain bracelet on the other. He had a necklace with a skull on it and all his cloths were black. He was also a little bit on the chubby side.

"What?" I asked, not really paying attention to him.

"Well, um, hi." He said.

I gave him an annoyed look. I had always admired the Goth and emo styles, but if your personality didn't fit in with it, I was always annoyed. Sure you could be happy if you had those styles, but you couldn't be nervous when you talked to people. When you have that type of style, you needed to show self-confidence and the moment you let that down, people would automatically start picking at you.

"Yeah, okay." I said, trying to ignore him best I could.

"So what's your name?" He asked.

"Paige." I said irritably.

"That's a stupid name. My name is Mark."

"That's fan-fuckin-tasitc," I mumbled to myself.

"So… what do you like to do?" He asked.

I was starting to get really pissed off. "Kill people." I said, getting angry, but still being sarcastic.

"I bet you're too much of a pussy to do that." He challenged.

"What?" I said through gritted teeth.

He hit me in the boob. I stood up and took his arm and twisted it. Not really showing any mercy. "You want to try that again?" I threatened.

"Oh I'm so scared." His sarcastically.

"You should be."

I threw him against the wall as gently as I could, my strength didn't really have a soft side. Luckily there were no teachers around to watch.

He stood up rubbing his back. He looked at me with a surprised look. He hadn't expected a girl to actually be able to do something like that.

I sat back down and started reading and listing to my music like nothing had ever happened.

The rest of my day went better. I didn't see him all day long and he didn't seem like he wanted to see me again. It was almost winter vacation and the present from all the teachers was no homework. That was fine by me.

I walked over to the Autobot base, the only place where "normal" didn't really have a meaning.

Bumblebee came happily to me as soon as I stepped in. "I think we can finally bribe Ratchet to let us play video games again!"

"And why's that?" I asked transforming.

"He said that I was getting on his nerves and the only thing that could really shut me up was video games."

"I guess anything goes when it come to video games." I said.

"Whatever that's supposed to mean." He said leading me to where ever Ratchet was.

"Hey Docbot!" Bumblebee greeted.

"If you're coming in here to try and ask me if you can play video games then the answer is no." He said before he was even asked the question.

"That's not fair! How long has it been now? Three months? Its December now Ratchet! Can't we just play just one time?" Bumblebee pleaded.

Ratchet glanced back at me. "Will it make you shut up for a day or two?" Ratchet asked Bumblebee.

"It depends on if you let us play or not." He answered.

"How have you been feeling Butterfly? Having any unusual thoughts lately? Or has anyone been annoying you lately?"

I thought back to Mark. He really was already getting on my nerves. I thought about telling Ratchet about it but then I saw Bumblebee's hopeless look.

I sighed. "No."

"I guess you guys could play them for a bit, but if Butterfly starts acting weird, make sure you stop."

"Okay." Bumblebee said, obviously ignoring him completely.

He ran out to the TV. He was too excited that he could barely contain himself. He grabbed two remotes and handed one to me happily.

We started our first round of Left 4 Dead.

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Bumblebee's POV

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I couldn't remember the last time I got to play this game. Butterfly strangely didn't seem as excited as I was. Maybe she worried she forgot how to play or something.

I was sure she wouldn't forget, she's killed too many zombies to forget how.

We shot down the Hunter that came out of nowhere; she definitely hadn't forgotten how to play.

After about an hour of playing, her intercom started going off. I paused the game and she picked up the call.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Mark? How the hell did you get my number?"

She started to get angry, I could tell just by the tone of her voice. That, and she had steam rising from her like that one time when everyone was spreading the gossip about us.

"You better not…" She threatened.

She suddenly hung up on him.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Her face became calmer, but still threatening. Her voice changed into a more mature and homicidal tone. "Looks like I have a new victim."

I tried to laugh, hoping she was joking. "What?"

She went back to her normal voice, "I didn't say anything."

I looked at her nervously. Of course it was a joke. Wasn't it?