CHAPTER 2:

Okay so here is ch 2. I actually think I might finish this story…because well I grew up with the series for one, that and I know the series better since I watched it a lot as a kid. ]

I wasn't sure at first about how I would write this one, because I'm never good with introductions to characters. Only beginnings of stories. D Hopefully I will become better at romance too, I haven't much practice with it either (thus why some of my stories are also on halt. Which I should REALLY announce soon which ones are). I really hope this story does not come out to be a dud like my bumble bee story did (which sux because it had a really good intro [which I am proud of]). Oh well. So anyhow what I was saying before I got off track (stupid ADHD. [ ). I hope this chapter doesn't come out too crappy. I've been thinking over how she was going to be introduced and I feel this is an okay choice. [Because my creativity is failing me right now] So I hope you enjoy it. You don't have to, but some reviews would be nice. .

….Do people actually even read this? Lol.

Disclaimer: do you actually think I would be writing this if I owned the series? NO.

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I ended up spending the night at the base, which wasn't exactly like I thought it would be. The base was built for Cybertronians, not humans, meaning that there were no soft beds or anything. I ended up having to sleep in Hotshots back seat. Don't get me wrong, it was pretty comfy, but I wasn't used to sleeping in anything other than a bed.

Other than waking up a couple of times during the night, often rolling onto the seat beat locks, (one time rolling of the seat) I pretty much sleep like a baby.

"Hey there sleeping beauty? How was your recharge?" Hot shot's voice came through his speakers. I yawned and stretched my arms a little.

"Slept like a baby." I replied smiling at his center console where his radio was located at. I wasn't sure if he could see it or not, but I hoped he could.

He was silent for a brief moment, like he was hesitant.

"What is a…. he paused for a moment, "bay-be?"He asked, sounding it out slowly, unsure if he pronounced it like. My eyes widened and I sat up.

"You don't know what a baby is?" I asked.

"Umm, no… should I?" he asked.

"Well YEAH! I mean you're a fully grown Autobot right? You should know these things!" I said disbelievingly and gawked. How could an adult not know anything about reproduction? Maybe it was different for Cybertronians…Well of course they have some way of reproducing, but maybe it was different for them… Maybe I should ask Optimus or Red Alert.

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of that word before… and I'm not all that old. I'm the youngest bot here" he said.

I sighed. I could not believe I might have to give him 'THE talk.'

"Hot shot… has anyone ever given you…The Talk?" I asked slowly.

"Define…The Talk." He said sheepishly. I sighed. Surely Optimus or Red Alert, or whoever raised him had the sense to tell him how his species reproduce.

"Babies are small humans" I said simply.

"Oh! Just like Minicons!" he said. I slapped my forehead. Okay maybe I shouldn't have said that like that.

"Hot shot, babies are the offspring of a male and female human" I said.

"OOOhhhh… So their kind of like protoforms!" he said innocently as it dawned on him. I smiled at him…

"What's a protoform?" I asked confused.

"It's like a 'baby' human. Their newly born Cybertronians." He explained.

I grinned. "Yeah then I guess they are." I said, relieved.

It was quiet for a moment; all that you could hear were some of the computers barely audible rumbling in the background. I leaned back, fully intending to maybe catch so more shut eye. I closed my eyes and sighed contently.

"Brooke?" Hot Shot suddenly asked.

I opened one eye.

"Yeess?" I asked.

"Can you…Can you tell me about humans and Earth some time? You little guys are pretty interesting" he asked innocently. I smiled and nodded.

"I'd be happy to Hot Shot." I smiled and got out. He transformed. Has soon as he was done he looked down at me and… started laughing. I frowned.

"What? What are you laughing at?" I asked annoyed.

"Nice bed hair" he laughed a little more and seemed to calm down a little bit.

I pouted, but soon grinned, unable to stay mad at him for long. I started to pat down my short chocolate brown hair. It was slanted, short in the back, and then making a slant down to the front. Short in the back, longer in the middle [a/n: Think Raven's hair style from Teen Titans that used to be on Cartoon Network.… The cartoon styled Raven, not the old Marvel comic book series Raven].

I blushed and ran my fingers, as a make-shift brush, through it furiously. It seemed to work just enough. Oh well, it was all I could do for now.

"Better?" I asked, not really having anything to look at.

He examined me for a second, making me squirm a bit.

"Yep!" He said closing his eyes and smiling.

Suddenly, reality dawned on me.

"Oh my god! Hot Shot! What time is it!" I freaked. I'd never been late for school in my life. Yeah, yeah, call me a goodie-goodie, but I hated being late to anything.

"Umm, about 7:10 AM." He said. I released a breathe of relief.

"Oh thank god. I nearly had a heart attack." I said and then looked up at him, "Hot Shot I have to go to school! It's Thursday."

"Oh, okay…I'll drive you then." He said a little…disappointed? He transformed back into his vehicle mode and opened his front passenger seat.

"Get in and I'll take you." I nodded and clambered into him, belt buckling my seat belt quickly. As soon as I was secure, Hot Shot drove off.

"Whew, made it!" I mumbled to myself looking up at the wall clock, "It's only 7:30 and school starts at 8"

BEEP!

Hot shots horn went off behind me. I looked back and waved at him and ran inside the school without a second glance.

I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for all the teasing, bullying, and odd looks. I sighed, wondering what my social life would be like if I weren't a 'Robo-geek.' I loved making things, and inventing new stuff. So naturally I was in the Robotics club. Unfortunately though, that meant I was automatically put me on the bottom of the social food chain. Meaning only the nerdy geeks, and the purely nice and kind people, who didn't give a crap about the social food chain, talked to me. Unfortunately for me, all the nerdy geeks were either unpleasant, jerks, annoying, or just weird.

The old doors creaked as I opened them. The halls were deserted other than two teachers chatting adamantly to each other. No one ever got here until 7:45. At least I had another 15 minutes of peace and quiet.

Sighing, I walked past the teachers and up the staircase that lead to the 2nd floor of the school. After heading to my locker and getting my books, I headed back downstairs and turned left. I stopped at the doors of a room labeled 'Cafeteria.' I opened the doors, instantly looking down out of habit. After years of experience, I'd found it best not to make eye contact. It somehow made you more invisible, less noticeable. Only by a little though.

There no sounds in the Cafeteria. People never did. At least not until it was close to the bell, that's when all the more popular people got to school. It was deathly quiet.

I glanced upwards a little. There weren't many other people in the place. They were over achievers, just like me. In a way they were like me, they hated being late, and hated anything below a 90. As I scanned the room quickly, I could only recognize faces, I knew no names. They were all from different clicks, naturally they never talked to me, or each other for that matter. Oh course, my school was that one stereotypical school. The kinds of schools that were on TV, or in books. There were the preps, the jocks, the Goths, the athletes, the average, the plain Janes, the punks, the skaters, and so on. Everyone had a click, and everyone had a friend in the click.

Some of them looked at me, hearing my footsteps. None of them talked. As soon as they had looked, they had already looked back down at whatever book or whatever they were doing. It's not like they would ever care. No one cared about a 'Robo-geek.' We were with the lower clicks on the food chain. It was bad rep to hang out with us, just because we were smaller, smarter, and we were different. I sighed and took a seat at an empty round table at the back of the cafeteria and pulled out my latest book I got from the library on building robots. Opening the book to the 3rd chapter, where I had left off.

"Hey"

I snapped my head up in surprise. A girl I'd never seen before, at least I don't remember ever seeing, was there standing in front of me. She had dark black shoulder length hair, with dark pools of brown eyes. They almost looked black. She was tan, Native American to be exact. Her face was clear, a freckle or to here and there. The only makeup she wore was a little bit of eyeliner and some light black mascara. A small smile spread across her face. She was wearing an indigo blue shirt, with an orange fairy on it and dark blue skinny jeans. She held a stack of intermixed blue and white papers in her hands.

She looked completely different than me. I had Chocolate brown hair, with Raven's (from the Cartoon Network animated Teen Titans) hair cut. I had Electric blue eyes, vibrant, in which I surrounded with heavy black mascara and eyeliner. I thought it made my eyes 'pop.' Dad always said it was my best feature. I wore darker colors, made me blend in a little better. I usually wore cold colors. Never wearing any reds, yellows, or oranges. It made me stand out to much. I was wearing a violet purple shirt was a black hoodie, and dark black skinny jeans with black converse. Honestly, I could almost fit into the Goth or Emo group, except I did not have their depressed or negative attitudes. Unfortunately, our schools clicks were pretty cliché and stereotypical.

I gawked for a second. Why is she talking to me of all people?

I shook my head and closed my mouth, quickly recovering.

"Uh…Hi?" I said, giving her a shy smile.

She grinned, and then sat down, placing the stack of papers beside her.

I stared at her. Was she really sitting down in front of me? At the same table?

"I'm Sarah Wallace, what's your name? I don't think I've ever seen you before." she said in a bubbly voice. She stuck out her hand. Her finger nails were colored Orange and blue colored fingernails. I looked at her hand and then back at her.

"I-I'm Brooke Emerson… I'm not new; I've lived here all my life." I said quietly and slowly grabbed her hand. Sarah looked surprised.

"Oh! How rude of me… I'm sorry I guess I didn't notice before." She said blushing a

I looked around. Perhaps there was a hidden camera, or some little group that she was from, laughing at me.

But as I looked, I didn't see anything, just the same people who hadn't even given me a second glance.

I looked back at her. She still smiled. Finally, I decided that maybe…just maybe she was just being nice. It was possible.

I flashed her a smile, making her grin.

"No-no its okay, I don't mind. Most people don't. I sort of try to stay hidden." I laughed nervously.

She looked at me in confusion.

"What? Why would you do that?" she asked in confusion. I looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Did she not see me? Did she not see my book? Did she not know about the chain?

I held up my advanced robotics book.

I looked at and then looked back at me.

"So? What's hiding got to do with that book?" she asked.

I stared at her. Okaaayyy this is new…

"It's advanced robotics." I stated. She continued to stare.

"Meaning I'm a 'Robo-geek' or whatever that slut calls me" I explained, my gaze shifting over to the popular table. More people had begun to file into the Cafeteria, which included Becky Preston. THE Head cheerleader, the Alpha of the sluts themselves. She was your classic stereotypical blond. A DISGRACE for women EVERYWHERE, especially for the nice unslutty cheerleaders. She's the kind that mad bad names for us.

She had long beautiful curly blonde hair. Her eyes were a dirty blue color. She had lush lips, big breasts, a cute butt, and the skimpiest clothes you can find. She was also the most cruel, Nastiest, and dirtiest no doubt of all the girls who went to this high school. She's probably slept with the whole school, and I bet she's carrying at least 20 STDs. She hated everyone below her. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe it makes her feel better.

Sarah shifted her gaze over to Becky and then back to me and nodded in knowing.

"Oh. I see." She said. I looked down at me feet, setting my book aside.

"So I guess you're going to leave now." I said sadly, waiting for her to just get up and leave before someone notices.

"Nope!" she said in a happy go lucky voice, "I don't think I will!"

I snapped my head up at her in surprise.

"Y-you're not going to leave me?" I asked, "But what if she see's you? She'll ruin your life if she see's you with me!"

Sarah smiled.

"Well. Then she can go fuck herself," she said, making me giggle at her comment, "She's a freaking slut, and quite honestly," she leaned forward as to whisper, "half of us don't give a fucking shit what she says. We just don't say anything because we don't want trouble."

"I just happen to be one of those people." She smiled. A slow smile appeared onto my face, soon turning into a grin.

"Cool" I said, "so why did you come over here anyway?"

"Oh! That's right I totally forgot!" she said she picked up one of the papers from the stack beside her.

"Here" she said handing it to me, "I wanted you to join our fencing team. You seemed like you could be really great at it, and you would make a great addition to the team!" she smiled.

"It would be nice not to have another Becky-hater too." she commented, give me cheesy thumbs up. I smiled and took it.

"That sounds fun" I said looking it over. None of the practice days interfered with robotics club! It was perfect. Maybe a chance to actually make some friends… and trying something new does seem really appealing. Sarah smiled.

"See you there?" she asked as she stood up to leave.

"Yeah, defiantly" I shook my head, and just then the bell rang.

1:30 pm

I sighed and dragged my feet to my 6th period class, lunch. I hated it. None of my 'friends' (more like acquaintances) had my lunch period. I had to sit alone. I was vulnerable. To make matters worse, Becky and her slutty goonies had my lunch period. Naturally, they used this time to make my life a miserable hell. I sighed and opened the doors to the cafeteria with dread. Quickly making my way across the lunchroom, looking down and avoiding gazes, I made my way to the farthest corner of the lunchroom. I found that as long as I kept my head down, met no gazes, wore darker clothes, stood in the back and sat in the farthest corner of the lunchroom, you had a better chance of avoiding the Becky and her slut's radar. It was a little bit easier to survive, acting the same way zebras do... Blend in, stay quiet, don't look up, and HOPE Becky and her lions would not choose you to prey on. Because if they did, the herd would run off without you and leave you vulnerable and out in the open, just waiting to be attacked.

It was going just fine until Becky and her little pack walked up to me. She had a smug look on her face, and her arms were crossed. For Becky language, that meant she was just about to insult me or she planned on taking my money. As she arrived at my lone table, she put both her hands on it and leaned a bit, trying to make herself more intimidating. It obviously always failed though. I wasn't the least bit scared of her; I'd been enduring this for years. I stopped being afraid in 2nd or 3rd grade (It all started in the 1st grade). The only reason she kept winning and bullying me was that I was always grossly outnumbered, and I didn't want to get in trouble. I had goals and a grade point average I had to keep up, not to mention my clean record. There was no way I was going to ruin that now. I stared at her emotionlessly. She smirked, thinking she had succeeded in her attempt. I scoffed mentally at her. She was pathetic.

"Hey geek. Give us your lunch money, we need to eat." She said, trying to insult me, but failing pathetically. Sometimes I just wanted to tell her sorry butt off. I sighed and shut my book calmly. She grinned wickedly, and held out her hand.

I put my hands at my sides and looked her straight in the eyes.

"No" was all I said and took a bite of my PB and J. Her face went from shock to anger in seconds.

"Wait was that?" her annoying high pitched voice came out. It was her natural voice, but she suppressed it, unless she got angry. It sounded like she hadn't even gone through puberty. Sometimes I wonder how she is even popular.

'Oh right' I thought, remembering her body figure and that fact that she was the head cheerleader.

"I said no. You're not taking any of my money Becky. You're not my boss, and it's not yours." I said in an annoyed voice, I hated repeating myself. She frowned, making her look fake and ugly. Like the wicked witch of the west, except less green and no moles. Although that would be absolutely hilarious, she would freak if she suddenly woke up one day with giant moles, with hairs on them, scraggily black hair, wrinkles, and green skin. I giggled at the image. Oops. Now she'll be pissed. Well I guess I'm going to get beaten up again today. I sighed as I watched her grit her teeth.

"If you don't give me-"She was cut off by a voice from behind her.

"Is there a problem here?" I heard Sarah's guardian angel voice resound from behind Becky. She whirled around, her eyes as wide as a deer staring at headlights.

"Because if there is, I would be happy to report it to Principle Perkinson" Sarah seethed, venom dripping from her voice with hate. It was then that I noticed some people standing behind her. Most of them were from the lacrosse team, and a few were in the fencing team. There were about 5 or 6 of them. They outnumbered Becky with her 4 cheerleaders who had the same lunch with her, not including her. They all had angry or annoyed looks on their faces. Their fists clinched or their arms crossed. Let's just say that the cheerleading squad did not get along with most of the other clubs. In fact the cheer squad spent their time doing making, shopping, cheering, and making fun of the other teams.

"W-what? Oh! Of course there's not a problem here." She stuttered, releasing that she would not win if she engaged in aggressive behavior.

"Well if you don't mind, we were going to sit here, so please move." She said forcibly. Becky coward and practically ran off with her pack, tails behind their legs. The rest of the girls sat done. Sarah sat from across from me.

"Thanks Sarah I owe you." I smiled at her. She smiled at me and shook her head.

"Nah you don't need to. I mean, what are friend's for?" she laughed a little and took a bite of her turkey sandwich. It was quiet for about five minutes until the Native American looking girl next to me cleared her throat. Realization dawned on Sarah's face.

"Oh! Right. Guys this is Brooke Emerson," she paused gesturing toward me. They all looked at me.

"Hi" I said sheepishly, giving a small wave.

"This is Lizzy." Sarah said pointing to the girl on her left. Lizzy was wearing a white tank top with tan baggy cargo pants and boots. She had dog tags around her neck and a blue bandana was tied in her hair. Short red hair cascaded out from the bandana and there was a couple of stray strands fell onto her face, one covered her right eye a little. She had a pretty ocean blue eye color. She grinned and gave me a peace sign.

"This is Samantha Harris" Sarah said pointing to the girl on her right. She had short dark brown hair. It was pulled back into barely a ponytail. Strands that were to short cascaded in random places. She had bright eyes, almost cyan looking, like mine. She wore blue earring stubs and a light blue t-shirt with a ninja on it. She had on black skinny jeans and a pair of black converse. She smiled at me and waved.

"Hey" she said.

"This is Karin Cross." Sarah said pointing to the light brown haired, almost blond, haired girl with deep pools of emerald green eyes. She was sitting on the right of Samantha. She wore a white t-shirt with 'RAWR' in dark red letters on the front, a pair of black jeans, and red converse with white shoe laces. She also wore a dark red hair band in her shoulder length hair.

"And finally," Sarah said, "that's Ali Meyers" A girl with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes looked at me and smiled. She looked to have a Native American background. She had a yellow hoodie one, and blue jeans. It was simple, but it looked good on her. She didn't wear makeup, not like she needed too, and was pretty. She seemed quiet and distant though.

I smiled at all of them.

I grinned at them. It was quiet for a moment.

"So Brooke is gonna try out for the fencing team today." Sarah said breaking the silence.

Lizzy grinned and looked at me, "you nervous?" she asked. I thought for a moment. I didn't really feel anything. I wasn't one to get nervous very easily though.

"I suppose not too much. Maybe a little. I'm not sure," I nodded at her.

"Well I'm sure you'll do great!" Samantha commented," Sarah's right, you do look like you have a lot of potential."

We all chatted for the rest of the lunch period. For once in my life, I didn't feel so lonely like I did before at school. After a while, the bell finally rung, signaling lunch was over. Since Lizzy and I had the same class next, we walked together on the way there. Today was going pretty great. I finally made some friends.

Ring Ring Ring

I grinned as the final bell for the day rang. Finally school was over! At least for today. I couldn't WAIT to see the Autobots again. Well, after fencing of course. I grabbed my things and headed off to the gym quickly, before the other students clogged the doorway.

Sweat fell down my face as I released my attack stance. Sarah had called that the auditions were over and that they would be announcing the new team mates in a few moments. Sarah and the other girls huddled into a circle, occasionally a head peeping up to look at us. After a couple of agonizing minutes, they all stopped and looked at us. Sarah stepped up, looking us all in the eyes, and then started to name off the newest members.

"And finally Brooke Emerson," Sarah grinned at me "I wish to thank all those whose names weren't called for coming here out of you're busy schedules, and don't be sad that you didn't get in! There's always next year!" she finished and then walked over to me.

We chatted for a while, until I caught a glimpse of the schools clock.

5:00 pm

"Oh crap! Sorry Sarah I gotta go! I'm meeting someone after!" I said in panic, and excitement.

Sarah gave me a curious look.

"Is it a boy?" she asked mischievously, giving me a sly grin. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me teasingly. I blushed.

"K-kind of… and I'm late." I exclaimed. She smiled.

"You're telling me tomorrow...er Monday actually since its Friday. Now shoo! Go get 'em tiger!" she teased shooing my off. I blushed, but laughed at her.

"Okay, I'll see you all Monday!" I yelled, waving to all my new friends, and ran off towards my parked bike. Finally, I was off to see the Autbots.

Okay well this is chapter 2. In the next chapter, there will be a little time skip because I want to get into the part's were there's more drama (the good kind not the boring sappy kind. ) around Hotshot. Plus I want sideswipe, Jet fire, and scavenger and all them in the story as well, okay?

[a/n I feel SO STUPID typing out how the stupid bells and alarm clocks sound.]