Infected

Chapter 1

Solar P.O.V.

I fidgeted nervously. I HAD to know what happened next! I excitedly scroll to the next page.

"Solar!" My teacher snapped, yanking me out of my fantasy land.

"U-um yes?" I respond sheepishly.

The class was staring...

"You would think the son of Optimus Prime would pay better attention. Did you even hear what I said?" The professor drilled exasperated.

"Um... What year was "Behold the Falling Rust" published?" I attempt.

"That was eight minutes ago! What was my last question?"

I stare back blankly.

"34965! BW!" A voice to my left grinned. (BW = before war)

Flare. Thank Primus for him. The teacher sighed and continued teaching.

"Thanks." I whisper.

"Anytime buddy!! She's really boring anyways!" Flare whispered back snickering to himself.

I smile and shake my head. Flare had some screws loose that's for sure. But what else does one expect from Skywarps kids? Actually that's a rhetorical question. His kids are just as unpredictable as he is. Looking up at the clock I sigh to myself. Why was school so long? And why did the last class of the day last the longest? Flare played with his pens humming a tiny tune. How could he have so much energy all the time? Writing down all the unnecessary notes I "needed" felt like a chore... Don't get me wrong! Order and organization were important! But not when your teacher sounded like a drone... Or your creators...

My spark jumped out of my armor when the final bell finally rang. Grabbing my bag I bolt from the premises, Flare on my heels. We slowed to a stop at our schools' gym. Flares trin brother Siege could be found here. Their trin sister was usually on the other side of the school by the end of the day.

"She's so annoying." Flare huffs in his childlike voice behind me.

He didn't sound like he was 12 or something. But he definitely sounded younger than 17. Seige sounded like he was 18. But all three seekers were 17.

"Yeah. Call me out if you must but don't bring my sire into it." I agree, engines flaring slightly.

Not that I thought I looked intimidating. Quite the opposite actually. A mostly white medic frame with a sparkling's face. I was far from scary looking. Flare nodded. We looked so strange next to each other. A white-painted teen next to a vibrant red flier. Oh well.

"She's a glitch! Plus! What's the use learn stupid book specifics anyways?" Flare rolled his optics.

He may constantly look immature but he was far from it. Dare I say he was one of our more mature friends.

"History books make sense. But 'Behold the Falling Rust' is fiction!" I sigh.

"It is?"

"Technically yes. It's an incredibly stretched and fabricated version of a real life battle from eons ago. But the book put so many twists in it, the stupid thing doesn't even reflect its inspiration." I explain.

Authors are weird.

"So then what was the point of basing it off something?" Flare rubbed his helm confused.

"Noooo clue." I chuckle.

The school couch's whistle blew. Gym classes always lasted past the bell. No matter what time of day it is. Siege walked out with his cooling fans kicked into high gear. I could feel the cold air from his vents as he walked over.

"Hey you two! How was class?" He wondered.

"Suppose it was ok." I shrug grinning.

"Our teacher dirtied Prime!" Flare grinned as well.

Siege looked confused before making a guess about the last class's events.

"How is the couch?" I prod at Sieges wing.

"He's his usual prickly self. I think he just wants us to succeed in school." Siege shrugged.

"You're only saying that cause Uncle Thundercracker sends us to boot camp every summer." Flare chuckles, mostly to himself.

"Not every summer!" The oldest seeker retorted playfully.

I let out an airy laugh from the two's antics. A resounding crash behind us made everyone jump.

"Oh ow!!" A rusty brown seeker fell from smacking into a locker.

"Eclipse how many times have we told you to stop doing that at full speed?" Seige walked over to help his sister.

"About a thousand. But I was so sure I had that time!!" The femme pipped up waving the dust off her wings.

"Sis!!" Flare draped himself over his sister in a hug.

"Hey Flare!" His sister rolled her optics in a fond way.

"Trouble with your power again?" I stand on my ped tips to look over Siege's shoulder.

She sighed. "Yeah..."

Her brothers chuckle. You would think being Skywarps kids, they would all inherit his special ability. Nope. Eclipse is able to teleport, Siege can talk his way out of almost anything, and Flare is insane. Scratch that. They all are. Some more than others though... Shaking my helm with a smile I guide everyone to the main exit. Well, everyone that was here at the moment.

"So? Lost in your datapad again?" Eclipse teleported next to me.

At this point no one in the friend group was startled by her. Most times.

"Yeah. And I left on a cliffhanger!! The Autobots had just been in battle, neck deep in trouble! Few survivors managed to retreat and the Wreckers had to be called!" I chirp excitedly, recalling the horrific dairy entry.

Eclipse chuckles next to me.

"So, plans for the weekend?"

"Uuum." I look at my peds thinking. "I suppose something we can just walk around? It's been a while since the gangs just walked and caught up with each other."

The femme nods next to me. Yeah. Walk and talk did sound like a fair idea!