Hmm... I know how I'm going to end this story but how many chapters it will take is something else entirely. Which is a good thing since I have yet to think up an ending for my other stories. Just don't expect the other chapters to be as long as the last one since I can never seem to write more than either four or five chapters for a fic.

To answer a few questions...

No, this isn't going to be a SideswipexOc fic, it will however be a friendship one.

And this chapter, you all get to see Trent's not so chivalrous side.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, only Lindsay and the other characters you don't recognize.

Chapter 2

Lindsay had barely gotten to her desk when the final bell rang. The teacher wasn't in the room yet so the brunette brought out her notebook and pencil case, ready to take notes when the teacher entered the room. Feeling something poke her hard in the shoulder, she whirled around to come face to face with the asian girl who sat behind her, Rae Kim.

"Yes?" Lindsay asked, raising an eyebrow and rubbing her shoulder.

"Did you actually throw a textbook at Trent?"

It figured that the news would get around fast. "How do you know?"

Lindsay knew that Rae didn't engage herself in fights, whether it be making herself a target or being part of an audience of onlookers.

Rae rolled her eyes. "That's what everyone was talking about when they came into class."

And by that Rae must have meant the school gossips. Of course they would be talking; Police chief's daughter facing off against football star and most popular boy in school, Trent Demarco.

"I'm guessing that I'm not very popular with the social hiearchy's elite." Lindsay said flatly, rolling her own eyes.

In reply, Rae jerked her head towards the left, where the windows were. The popular group were the ones who occupied the seats closest to the windows, middle and back.

Lindsay glanced in the direction her classmate pointed out and saw that most of the girls were whispering and staring at her. When they saw her staring back at them, the whispers increased and some of them glared. Turning her back on them, she faced the Korean girl again.

"Do I even want to know what they're saying about me?"

Her classmate shrugged. "It's not that bad. I mean, we've heard them say worse things before, like about Mikaela Banes."

"So they're saying bad things about me but they aren't calling me a skank, is that it?"

Rae shrugged again and Lindsay was forced to cut her conversation short as the teacher came into the room and started the lesson.

By the time lunch rolled around, Lindsay's wrist was sore. The teacher's notes had been practically endless and she could have sworn she nearly tore several holes into the paper as she wrote.

"Ow." she groaned, shaking her wrist as she tried to make the pain go away.

Suddenly, she felt herself being shoved hard forward. Her instincts kicked in and she grabbed the unfortunate person infront of her by the backpack, bringing them both down. As she pushed herself up, she saw the person she accidentally pulled down with her glaring.

"Sorry." she said, wincing. Grabbing the guy hadn't been neccessary, but she blamed her instinct to prevent herself from falling on that.

Hearing laughter the chief of police's daughter knew instantly that her falling down had been no accident. As she stood up, she folded her arms across her chest and faced Trent who was smirking at her.

"That was payback for this morning." he sneered.

"For what? For preventing the salvage of whatever pride you had?" Lindsay snapped.

Aware of the students who stopped to stare at what was going to be the second fight of the day, the two involved ignored them as they glared daggers into the other.

Lindsay should have been scared; a fact that she was well aware of was that the jocks, especially Trent, usually got their way through intimidation. But having two older brothers who liked to rough house as well as a father who encouraged her to take Karate, she didn't particularly mind going up against someone who had advantages through height and muscle.

She proved that in grade two when she pummeled the school bully for making her best friend cry when he pushed her into a wet mud puddle. And he was in grade four too.

There was a clang and Lindsay found herself unable to breathe. While she'd been distracted by her thoughts, the football player had moved forward and slammed her against the lockers. Lindsay wondered how he managed to do this in a hallway full of students until she saw that a circle similar to the one earlier had formed around them. This time though, Lindsay was the one Trent was after.

Thanks a lot, Lindsay scowled as she tried to glare at the people who made it possible for Trent to pin her against the metal lockers.

Knowing she wasn't going to be able to force Trent's hands away from her throat, she attempted to kick him. Doing this rubbed the jock's hands against her throat, irritating it, but she didn't care at the moment. The only thing she was focused on was getting him to let go.

"TRENT, LET HER GO!" a furious voice ripped through the hallway.

The circle of students parted like the red sea and a brunette with darker hair than Lindsay's stormed towards the middle of the circle. Her blue eyes flashed angrily as she glared at Trent.

Lindsay fell onto the ground hard as Trent released her, running a hand through his blond hair.

"Hey 'Kaela, didn't expect to see you here." he flashed her a grin.

The dark haired brunette didn't return the sentiment as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at him even more.

'Trent, I thought I told you that it was over." her voice was calm, but anyone could hear the restrained anger in it.

"C'mon 'Kaela, don't be like that. Didn't you miss me?" his voice was playful, almost as if he hadn't been squeezing the air out of the girl by his feet seconds before.

"No," 'Kaela, who was formally known as Mikaela sounded tired when she spoke. "No Trent, I didn't miss you."

There was silence as the crowd registered the words of Trent's ex-girlfriend. Then whispers broke out as they waited for what would happen next.

Trent's fists clenched and his face started turning red with anger. He looked like he was about to punch her, but he opened his mouth instead.

"Fine. I'm glad to be rid of you, slut!"

Mikaela's expression was one of stunned belief but she regained her composure as her own fists clenched and she looked her former boyfriend straight in the eye.

"Oh, that's real nice." she snorted. "Just because you think you're god's greatest gift to women, anyone who has the sense to dump you is less than trash."

"Considering how inflated his ego is, that's not very surprising." Lindsay coughed, trying to hide her laughter. She had recovered from Trent's hold and was standing, ready to fight him again if he started.

"What's going on here?" a new voice interrupted, making Lindsay groan. She knew that voice any where...

The crowd of students parted way again and into the middle of the circle walked the school's least favorite vice-principal, Mr Maxwell. He was an average sized man with a notable stomach and a receding hairline.

His eyes landed on Mikaela, Trent and then Lindsay.

"Banes, Demarco, and Phoenix... come with me."

With great reluctance, the three seniors followed the vice principal as they headed towards the office.

"The beginning of the school year and you three decide to start a fight?" Mr Maxwell, or Maxwell as most of the students addressed him as, snarled.

Trent rolled his eyes and scoffed while both Lindsay and Mikaela kept quiet, though the former had a look of extreme distaste on her face. She didn't like Maxwell that much since the man himself hated practically all the kids at the school except the ones who got good grades and were perfect little angels. Considering how Lindsay had a habit of putting people in their place through physically violent means, she was definitely not one of them.

On the bright side, she knew that Trent wasn't going to get any special treatment either. For some reason, Maxwell hated jocks. He disliked them so much that it extended to their girlfriends; though in Mikaela's case, it was former girlfriend. Lindsay chalked it up to him being picked on by the jocks of his school year.

"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

"Yeah." Trent was grinning; not a good sign of they wanted to leave without detention. "Did you go sign up for those anger therapy classes I told you about?"

Lindsay clapped a hand over her mouth, trying hard not to laugh. Mikaela threw her a look, daring her not to. Maxwell would put all of them in detention otherwise.

The vice principal spluttered, his face turning red and then purple. When he seemed to be able to form words again, his eyes were wide and wild looking that two of the three unfortunate students who dared to incur his wrath were worried that he was going to have a heart attack or stroke.

"Detention!" he barked at all three of them. "You will all be serving detention for a week! Now get out!"

"This is all your fault Trent," Lindsay grumbled as they finally left the classroom. The jock ignored her as he walked, thankfully, in the opposite direction of where she had to go. It was now five o'clock and the brunette had finished half of her homework in detention. "Geez... two hours?"

"Yeah, a little much isn't it?" someone said from next to her.

Lindsay knew who it was but out of good manners, she turned to face the person walking beside her. It was Mikaela Banes, the former queen of the popular crowd.

"True, but I've gotten used to it. Is this the first time you've been in detention?"

"Yes," the way Mikaela eyed her suggested that she thought Lindsay was going to make fun of her.

"Well, you're lucky. My mom's going to be on my case again for getting a detention on the first month of school."

"You know, for being the daughter of a policeman you seem to get into trouble a lot."

"If you have two mischievous brothers and a dad who encourages you to defend yourself, that's what typically happens."

"Are you serious?" Mikaela gave her an incredulous look.

"Yes."

And this is where I decide to end it. Over four pages but barely at the bottom of five. This is because of two things: the first is that I'm freaking lazy and the second is that because I also think this is a good place to end it too.

So yeah, Trent returns and this time he catches Lindsay off guard even though it's her fault this time. So when will Cheryl, Sideswipe and the other Autobots come in? Soon, very soon, just right now. I don't want to rush the story.

Another thing: yeah, Trent dared to shove Lindsay into a locker for going the whole men have to treat women nicely. I imagined Trent to be hardly of the chivalrous type, but I don't think he'd go as far as to punch a girl. Push her around a bit, but hardly hit her. And let's just say that Lindsay is far from helpless. Which she's proven over the years.