"Oppi I can't do this! I lost you once! I lost both my sparkmate and my siblings! I can't continue this war for you" , I say desperately clinging to him so that he can't leave.
Optimus tries to gently pull me off of him but once I tighten my grip he...
Sirens sounded behind me as I pushed the car even faster, the rev of its engine vibrating us in its seats. Skillfully swerving in and out of alleyways and taking sharp turns on gravel roads as I attempt to get rid of the surprisingly persistent cops. The man beside me yelling a string of curse words every time he slams into the door at a sharp turn. Quickly taking a sharp left I hear Max slam into the car door again.
"God damn it Birdie slow down! We lost the cops already, you're just drawing more attention to yourself now!"
Slamming on the brakes and backing into a dark alley I turn the car off. Three cop cars with their sirens still blaring passing by us. The tension in the car subsides substantially before I turn an icy glare toward Max.
"You were saying?"
With nothing more than a grunt as a response, I turn the car back on and start driving back to Max's base. Taking only back roads I keep an eye out for any more cops. Glancing up at the rear view mirror I'm met with sky-blue eyes. A sigh escapes me as I look back to the road, tired after today's events.
Just like any other job, I was working on "fixing" another car engine for an old-time client of mine. I had gotten into a fight with my friend Sam that morning, so I was already a bit grouchy from that. I don't even remember what we were arguing about. Probably about me being a "star student" ruining his chance with our- his crush Mikaela again.
On top of that, as soon as I got home my parents were riding my ass asking why I had left early that morning and skipped our routine drills. Without giving me time to explain they said my punishment was to wake up even earlier the next day to make up for the lost time.
So the moment I got to "work" and was offered to help out with a toootally legal race, I was all in.
Finally pulling into Max's shop I breathe a tired sigh. Looking at the time I wonder if Sam is still up at this point. Deciding to visit him on my way home I go to grab tonight's pay for winning. All cash of course. With the prize being on the cheaper side (only 11,000) I take my 15% before hopping on my bicycle. I ignore the sound of snickering from the assholes behind me.
"Hey Sweetie! Can't afford a car? If you ask nicely I'll give you something to ride!"
Wasting no time I turn around and glare at the disgusting pig and his friends eyeing me up and down.
In the corner of my vision, I see Max watching the situation with a disinterested look on his face. Deciding he was going to be of no help I march up to Johnny (the man who made the comment) and deck him right in the face. A satisfying crunch sounds as he cries out in pain. His friends also yelling at me various things like "bitch" and "what the fuck is wrong with you".
With a blank face, I turn around to get back on my bike before I feel a hand harshly grab my shoulder.
"Alright boys that's enough"- the familiar rough voice of Max growls out.
"You boys should know better than to mess with our mechanic. She's a tough one and I'd rather not have to clean up a bunch of teeth and blood off the floor today."
Looking back, I see Max knock the hand off of my shoulder before standing in front of me almost as if he was shielding me. A lit cigarette hanging from his lips as his usual snarl and glare warn everyone to not go against him. With a smirk, I stick my tongue out at Johnny and his goons before peddling away. Immature maybe but I am 16 so, whatever.
Watching as empty roads turn into crowded neighborhoods, I find myself pedaling towards an all too familiar house. Paying no mind to the new paved walkway, I climb onto the roof and knock on the second-story window to my best friend's room. Hearing shuffling on the other side the curtains quickly open revealing a very tired-looking Samuel Witwicky.
"Birdie?"
"Hey Witwicky, got a moment?"
With a confused look on his face, Sam opens up his window before climbing out and sitting next to me.
"What's up? Is it your mom again?"
With a small unnoticeable smile, I cuddle up into Sam's side, his arm wrapping around me. I hear him sigh before we sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes. It's crazy to think we used to hate each other. Because of my advanced intellect, I was moved up two grades. So instead of being in my sophomore year with Sam, I'm a senior.
That's how we met.
We actually met because we have the same crush (same as our friend Miles) but besides that, I was his tutor for chemistry. I guess we had some sort of chemistry because here we are not even half a year later, a trio of besties.
"You know I don't even remember why I'm mad at you."
