Sam's POV

Oh my God. Clem wasn't lying when she said she wasn't normal. She has a birth mark on the bottom right of her neck. It looks Cybertronian to me. I'll have to remember to ask Bumblebee tonight.

"That's not that weird," I say truthfully; after meeting a bunch of aliens, travelling to the Hoover dam to get an alien artifact that's been on Earth since the beginning of mankind, and living through an enormous battle over said artifact, I can honestly say a Cybertronian symbol shaped birth mark isn't that strange.

"Ummmm are we talking about the same thing?" she asks me, her bright eyes inquiring; I can't help noticing how her eyes remind me of the Autobots optics.

"This..." I ghost my fingers over the little mark. It was beautiful with the sharp points and curvy lines of Cybertronian. Then it starts to glow bright blue.

"What did you do?" she asks me, the beginnings of panic in her voice. When I move my hand away it doesn't stop glowing.

"Nothing!" I say frantically, trying to convince her that I don't know what happened. I can tell by her face she doesn't believe me.

She pulls away from me and runs off to the girls' bathroom.

Damn it! What have I done? And why does this shit always have to happen to me?

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Due to the crappy start, the rest of the school day drags on. I don't see Clem anywhere. I ask all the people in the halls, but they all smirk and say that thankfully, they haven't seen her. The way they say that makes me angry. I know what it's like to be the bottom rung of high school, and that's evidently where Clem is.

When I'm walking toward the busses I finally see Clem. I frown when I notice that she looks distressed. She sees me then hurries over to me, keeping her head down.

"I'm really sor-" she starts to say, but I cut her off.

"Don't be sorry anyone would have reacted that way." I know I sure as hell would.

Wow. I can't help but notice how pretty she is. If I wasn't with Mikaela, I would totally date her. She smiles at me as if she knows what just went through my head then changes the subject.

"Ugh I hate riding the bus."

"I actually have a car. It was…um…getting serviced today, but it should be fine now. Maybe I could get a friend to drop it off here and drive you home today."

From the look on her face, I could tell she didn't really buy the whole 'getting serviced' excuse, but there was no way I could tell her my car was busy doing top secret stuff for NEST. That falls under the category of 'national security' protocol…Yeah, really don't want to get mixed up in all that.

"Oh no, I'm fine. It's not really that bad," she mumbles quickly, trying to dismiss her earlier comment, but it's too late for her. I'm not going to let her off that easily; as that thought crosses my mind, I remember sharply the time before the Autobots and Mikaela when I was awkward around girls.

"No no, no I've seen the way you look at that bus. You hate it. I'll call my girlfriend and get her to drop it off," I say sternly.

Just as she is about to reply an announcement comes over the loudspeaker. "Would Clementine Connor please come up to the reception area immediately? Clementine Conner to the reception area."

Clem flushes and mutters, "I better go see what they want."

I watch her walk away and can't help but think how stunning she is.