One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]

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A/N: It's back to school season, that's all I have to say :/ that's why I've been out for some time; I've been swamped with school, basketball tryouts, and ROTC stuff. So sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy the next few chapters :)

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The annoying sound of my alarm blared in my ears for the next hour. Still half-asleep, I hurled it across the room, groggily sitting up in bed. With a sigh, I began my painfully generic morning routine: checking social media, brushing my teeth, and staring into the mirror as I attempt to tame my unruly hair.

As I enter the kitchen, I spot Wheeljack parked in the same spot on the driveway from the night before. Sighing, I make a quick iced latte and sip it as I shoulder my school bag and head out the door. Another day, another Autobot adventure. There was absolutely no running away from this now.

"You couldn't find a more discreet spot to park that thing?" I asked Wheeljack, a hint of skepticism in my voice. The wrecker revved his engine. "Hey, it's tough being a car in this neighborhood. Besides, I thought it was the perfect spot to watch over you and your teenage shenanigans,"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever,"

"Good morning to you too,"

I walked over to the car, a frown on my face, but knew I had to maintain my appearance. I open the car door, and Wheeljack's front seat unfolds into a space for me to sit comfortably. "Sleep well?" He asked.

I tugged on the seatbelt. "Nah."

"How come?"

I bit back an annoyed groan and kept my face neutral. I thought back to last night, after I was dropped off. I stayed up until almost 4 am, logging all of the information I was able to collect about the Autobots and encrypting it. Everything from the lowdown my smartphone picked up about Wheeljack and Bulkhead impersonating humans to the sole flaws of the Autobots. I needed every single piece of vital information to make my investigation count. Even if it meant sacrificing hours of much-needed sleep. Wheeljack starts to transform into his robot form, his body contorting and shifting until he stands before me, a towering and powerful Autobot. "You don't seem too thrilled to see me," he playfully teased.

I averted my gaze. "I'm just not a morning person, that's all. Now are you taking me to school or what?"

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As Wheeljack pulled up to my high school, I unbuckled the seatbelt and grabbed my things, slipping out of his alt. "Thanks for the ride," I said, reluctantly. "Anytime. I'll see you after school," the wrecker replied. With a faint nod, I spot Jack, Miko, and Raf already waiting for me as their partners, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Arcee drive out.

I internally groaned, knowing I was going to have to see these guys again after school. I hope it wasn't every day. I had things to do and business to attend to; I wasn't all up for this after-school sci-fi-club thing. The fact remains, however: I now had a handful of targets to take out.

I approach my locker at the end of a corridor and hurry to open it. I was busy gathering my books for AP Lit when a shadow looms over me. It was some cocky guy around my age, who was a ginger like me, with green eyes, freckles, and wearing hiking boots, bootcut jeans, and a puke-green windbreaker with a white T-shirt underneath. With a smirk on his face, the guy leans against the locker next to mine.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. The Russian spy in disguise,"

I glance at the teenage carrot, expression unwavering, but the temperature in the hallway seems to drop a few degrees. "Do you need something?" I ask coolly.