I found myself sitting on the park bench again trying to calm down. Jack is just antipatico (mean) and arrogant. I pulled a book out of my bag and started to read it. Just as I was about to finish a page a hand was on it. I looked up to see Vaughn, the school bully, taking my book away. One of his friends grabbed me by my black hair and pulled me up with a painful yank.

"Look it's the little Hispanic negro girl!" he said with a laugh.

"I'm not black just because my skin is an olive color." I said as I glared at him. "Now give me back my book and leave me alone."

"Did you hear that boys? This kid thinks she's tough enough to tell us what to do! I say we teach her a lesson." He said while getting closer with his two other friends.

"I suggest leaving her alone." I hear Knockout's voice say behind them. I couldn't help but smile. Vaughn turned around to face him and smirked.

"Or what?" he said then turned and pushed me hard. I lost my balance and fell back onto the bench. As he was about to punch me Knockout gripped his wrist with such strength I thought he was going to break Vaughn's arm.

"I said leave her alone." Knockout said. His voice was filled with danger. I stood up and managed to slip out of Vaughn's reach but his friends made sure I didn't go anywhere. Vaughn started to get pissed off.

"What are you going to do about it, weakling?" Vaughn is playing a dangerous game.

"Don't underestimate me or else you'll regret it."

"Oooh I'm so scared!" Vaughn and his friends started to laugh until Knockout punched him in the gut. Vaughn doubled-over and looked as though he was going to puke.

"Would either of you like to say anything?" Knockout said as he turned to Vaughn's friends. They looked at each other then ran off. Vaughn followed swiftly; leaving Knockout and I alone. When they were gone Knockout relaxed a little.

"Thanks Knockout." I said and smiled.

"No problem. Why do they pick on you?" he asked.

"Because I'm different; I have darker skin than others because of my Hispanic heritage."

"Their loss." He shrugged. He leaned down and picked up my book that Vaughn had dropped and handed it to me. "I believe this belongs to you."

"Keep it as a thank you." I said.

"Eh, I'm not into human literature." He said as he tossed it to me. I caught it and shook my head.

"Somebody's picky." We sat back down on the bench to talk for a while longer. Finally I remembered the attack.

"Did the decepticons find out?" I asked. He looked a little taken back.

"Why ask that?" he asked hesitantly.

"Because I was attacked directly by…I think Bee said their names were Starscream and Soundwave." Knockout stood quickly.

"What? Soundwave that little-"

"What happened?" I demanded. He sighed.

"Breakdown, my partner, knows. We've been close since Cybertron and he's the only other decepticon I can trust and he's the only one who'd keep secrets. I was talking to him and Soundwave overheard. I was severely punished and Starscream swore that he'd kill you in front of me." He explained with regret in his voice.

"Why would you tell him?" I groaned.

"Why'd you tell the autobots?" he shot back.

"I was forced to because they caught us, remember?"

"You could have lied!" he growled.

"I'm not the type of person to lie, but apparently you are since you lied to me about whom and what you are!" I almost shouted as I stood up.

"Lower your voice we don't want the whole world to know!" he hissed.

"What does it matter? All the decepticons want me dead!"

"Not all!"

"Oh yeah; like who?"

"Like me!" he shouted. A few people stared for a second then continued whatever they were doing.

"Funny, because I'm not even allowed to be around you anymore," I said as tears started to well up in my eyes. Knockout didn't seem to notice.

"Well then you can just leave! Go on! Run back to the autobots!" I got pissed and threw the only thing that was in my hand at his head; my book. I ran away while tears rolled down my cheeks. I turned my head once and saw him standing there stunned. Well then you can just leave! Go on! Run back to the autobots! His voice kept ringing in my head until I made it to my papá's (father's) grave in the cemetery. I fell to my knees in tears.

"Ayúdeme!" (Help me) I begged in Spanish as I cried. "Ayúdeme."

"Tu estas bien?" (Are you okay?) I heard Jack ask behind me.

"No," I responded as I tried to stop crying.

"Are you really that angry with me?" he sounded worried. I looked up and saw that he was alone. Arcee must be near the road.

"No, it's Knockout." I started to cry again. He sat next to me and pulled me into a hug.

"You want to talk about it?" I pulled away and told him what happened; including what happened with Vaughn. Jack listened carefully and seemed like he understood exactly what was going on.

"You know what they say; when life gives you lemons, make lemonade." He said after I was finished.

"This is going to be one bitter lemonade." I mumbled and he laughed.

She was asking her father to help her btw. Stay tuned for more!