I can't believe it, for once in my life I am continuously updating. At the same time I am writing this, I am also working on another of my incomplete works. So sorry if doesn't come as fast as the other updates, which I believe were just one day apart. Just so you know at the time, my creative juice was flowing. That's why the updates were pretty fast.

You get to find out why Lindsay was in such a bad mood in the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. I do, however, own Lindsay and the Cheryl.

Chapter 3

Over their week of detention, Lindsay and Mikaela got to know each other well. The light haired brunette still missed her best friend, but just because Cheryl decided to ignore her didn't mean that Lindsay had to wait around when her best friend decided to acknowledge her again. If Cheryl could make and hang out with new friends, so could she.

Several days ago, she had finally decided to confront Cheryl about her new boyfriend, Dylan Travis. He was a high school drop out two years above them and apparently, when Lindsay had been forced to go visit her great aunt Eunice, they had hooked up. It was to Lindsay's extreme distaste that when she returned, she found her friend hanging all over a greasy, dark haired guy who smelled like cigarettes... and something else that Lindsay couldn't identify but was certain was illegal.

Lindsay couldn't stand him, but she tolerated Dylan for Cheryl's sake. Barely.

Then one day, when Cheryl had knocked on her door Sunday morning at four o'clock, that had been the last straw. Lindsay immediately suspected that Dylan had a hand in the girl's intoxication; she had never seen Cheryl touch a drop of alcohol before.

Dylan was bad news and worse, Cheryl's early morning visit had woken up her parents. After having made sure that the red head wouldn't be suffering from alcohol poisoning and putting her to bed, Lindsay's dad had interrogated her for about an hour as to why her best friend had showed up completely wasted. Finally, Lindsay had said that maybe there had been a house party serving alcohol. Then her dad asked her if she was aware of such a thing; Lindsay dryly replied that she only heard about them through the grape vine because none of her peers in their right mind would dare to tell the police chief's daughter when and where underaged minors were being served booze.

In return, Chief Phoenix gave his daughter a flat look before he finally allowed her to go to bed.

When her friend was finally sober and hangover free, Lindsay took Cheryl out of the house where they had a long talk.

To make a long story short, it hadn't gone over well with either of them: Cheryl angry that Lindsay had the gall to talk bad about her boyfriend and Lindsay angry that Cheryl didn't realize that dating Dylan wasn't such a good idea.

It ended when the two girls turned their backs on each other and stormed away, fuming. Since then, neither of them tried to talk to each other.

"Hey, Sam." Mikaela greeted her boyfriend with a kiss.

It was Friday afternoon and the two girls had finally been released from their detention. At lunch, when Lindsay accidentally bumped into the couple, her detention partner invited Lindsay to come with her and Sam to Coffee Works afterschool when they were done detention. The way Mikaela jabbed Sam in the side with her elbow made Lindsay certain that the dark haired brunette came up with the idea on a whim because two seconds later, Sam was breathlessly nodding.

"H-hey 'Kaela," he stammered, his face turning bright red.

Averting her eyes from the couple, she focused her attention on the blond haired boy standing next to Sam. He and Sam had been talking up to the point that she and Mikaela arrived from the designated meeting spot.

The boy was very, very handsome. And judging by his appearance he was about a year or two older than them. Estimating his height to be around 5'10 he had platinum blond hair with bright piercing blue eyes. He was muscular, but it was the kind that of muscular that you got from working all day, not working out at the gym.

Lindsay hated to admit it, but he was a total eye candy.

Feeling her face burn, the brunette looked away for several minutes before she was certain that the redness in her face had died down.

"Aren't you coming?" Mikaela asked, gesturing towards the backseats.

The girl nodded, quickly opening the yellow and blackstriped camaro's back door and going inside. She was so anxious to avoid the blond that she smacked her head against the edge of the car's roof.

"Are you okay?" The blond haired boy asked, a smile playing on his lips that had Lindsay glaring at him.

"Yes." she nodded before stepping inside and making herself comfortable on the leather seats, strapping herself in. She made sure she didn't hit her head again.

"So how was detention?" Sam asked, trying to break the awkward silence that filled the car five minutes later.

"The usual." Mikaela replied from Lindsay's right.

There was more silence as Lindsay decided to throw in her own question. "So, Sam..."

"Yeah?"

The light haired brunette's brow creased as she tried to figure out how to phrase her question. Finally, she said: "Who's the guy driving your camaro?"

"Huh?" Sam's head swiveled to face her while the blond haired boy snickered, but kept his eyes on the road. "H-he's my...uh...cousin! My cousin Brent...from...uh... Palm Springs! He's visiting and he said he wanted to try driving my car!"

Lindsay gave Sam a flat stare. "Okay..." she paused. "His name rhymes with 'Trent'."

"Ha ha ha... yeah. I just realized that."

"Why do you ask?" Mikaela asked, raising an eyebrow. There was an amused smile on her face and the tone in the girl's voice suggested that she knew Lindsay had an instant crush on Sam's cousin.

Lindsay glared at her. "Because I haven't seen him before," she said through gritted teeth. "And it's natural for me to ask, nothing else."

"Right..." Mikaela said, her voice disbelieving.

Sitting against the soft leather seat, Lindsay pinched the bridge of her nose. "You know, if Brent had been seen in Tranquility before I definitely would have heard about it."

Mikaela couldn't help smirking at her new friend's statement. She knew perfectly well what Lindsay meant by that statement.

In his new human holoform guise Bumblebee was a complete and utter hottie, there was no denying it. Not that she told Sam since she had a feeling he wouldn't be too happy about it. Had 'Brent' been spotted anywhere in their town, Mikaela was certain that gossip about him not only would have spread through the female student population but to some of the young women as well.

Speaking of friends, Lindsay had been the first one she had made in weeks after losing all her other ones.

After the whole recovering the Allspark and saving the world from the evil Decepticons, Mikaela had dumped Trent. Over the summer, she had gotten phone calls from her now ex-friends about her terrible mistake. When she had told them about how much of a sexist jerk (she still remembered his bunny comment and how he wouldn't let her try and fix his car) Trent was, they had gotten pretty catty and told her that she could forget about sitting at their table when school started.

Which was fine. Mikaela surprisingly no longer cared about what they thought. Her time with Sam and the Autobots taught her that appearances weren't everything. And truthfully, it was a lesson she was glad to have learned. Though her social status was practically non-existent, she didn't pay much attention to it. Looking back, she couldn't believe how shallow and superficial her view on life had been.

She really was glad to have met Sam.

They soon reached the coffee shop and after finding a parking store, they went inside. After getting their orders (Mikaela wanted a coffee with whipcream, Sam an iced coffee while Brent didn't want anything), Lindsay went to stand in line.

"Okay, Bee..." Sam said, once she had left. "You know the drill, no mentioning giant robots or anything related to it. People are still talking about the Mission City incident." His eyes were focused on Lindsay's back, making sure that she wasn't close enough to hear him and that she wasn't coming back yet.

"Sam," Bumblebee sounded amused. "I know."

"Calm down, Sam." Mikaela gripped her boyfriend's hand from across the table, squeezing it tightly. "Bee knows not to mention anything about... you know..."

"This is the Police Chief's daughter!" Sam was still keeping an eye on the girl. "She's not stupid and she can tell when something's up! I don't think she actually believed my story about Bee being from Palm Springs!"

"But he isn't from Palm Springs." Mikaela pointed out.

"I know that and you know that but she doesn't!"

"Sam." his girlfriend gave him a stern look. "Calm down. She's not going to find out. As long as you don't... panic, we'll be fine."

They didn't say anything more when Lindsay came back with their orders along with a caramel macchiato and apple crumble. She handed Mikaela her coffee with whipped cream, Sam his iced coffee, and placed her caramel macchiato and apple crumble dessert in front of her. Staring at the empty space in front of Sam's cousin, she frowned.

"Are you sure you don't want anything?"

Brent merely nodded and Lindsay left it at that.

"Okay, just say something if you do."

Lindsay didn't admit it, but Sam and Mikaela were pretty fun to hang around with. She wasn't sure about Brent but that was because he didn't really say much; he only talked when he was asked a direct question. She would have included him more, but Lindsay could tell that the blond was content with the arrangement of only her, Mikaela and Sam doing the talking.

Unfortunately, a certain someone's presence had to pretty much put a damper on things.

"If it ain't Chief Phoenix's daughter." a voice sneered from next to the table.

Sam and Mikaela stopped talking as Lindsay turned to glare at the intruder. Brent wisely chose to remain silent.

"Hi Dylan." Lindsay muttered.

"Is that how you treat your best friend's boyfriend?"

"No." she growled. "I just hate you."

"How sweet of you."

Fingers clenching onto the table top with her nails scratching the surface Lindsay said coldly, "Is there any reason why you came up to talk to me or are you just here to be annoying?"

"Naw," he sneered. "I just saw you and thought I'd drop by to say hello."

Fuck you, Lindsay was tempted to scream that at him but she just clenched her teeth together while glaring.

"By the way, I haven't seen you or Cheryl talk to each other for a few days. Something happen?"

You came into the picture. "As far as I'm concerned, it's none of your business."

"Look." Mikaela stood up, putting her hands on her hips. "I don't know what's going on, but if you came here just to be rude and obnoxious, why don't you leave?"

Dylan stared blankly at her. "Say... aren't you Trent's former bunny slut?"

There was silence as Mikaela stared at him, stunned. She blinked several times before shoving past Dylan and going to what was presumably the washroom.

Lindsay snarled, slapping him across the face before she walked after Mikaela.