Quantum Physics of the Female Anatomy [Transformers Fanfic]

Homecoming Queen

Meeting Dupre…had been rather weird. Dylan’s friend had questioned her endlessly, and she was sure by the end of it that he knew almost everything about her that wasn’t personal. Afterwards, Dupre had joined them in finishing The Return of the King before they decided to start The Matrix trilogy.

He seemed oddly intensely fascinated by the films.

These were the thoughts that bothered her as she was in school. Unfortunately, she tuned back in to her coach yelling that she could do it and that she shouldn’t give up, in her worse class –P.E.

She was not athletic. At all.

Trent smirked up from where he stood underneath her, shaking his head and looking like the poster boy for athletes in his gym uniform. She glared down at him, clinging tightly to the rope she was supposed to be climbing.

“You can do it, Witwicky!” her coach yelled again.

“Oh hell no!” she yelled back, scrunching her eyes closed and refusing to look back down.

Too high, too high, too high…

She tried to will her arms to move and help her climb to the top, but she was stuck frozen to her spot. She wiggled just a bit closer before stopping, arms getting even more tired. Hugging the rope close to her body with one arm, she reached up with the other and barely scraped the top with her fingertips before her arm gave out and she let go, falling to the ground rapidly and with a scream.

Her coach caught her with a sigh.

“Well…at least, you reached the top this time.”

Sam looked sheepishly at him and shrugged. He put her down and turned his attention to a bunch of chattering girls, starting to reprimand them, while she trotted over to Trent who sighed again.

“When will he learn? You’re just not an active kind of person.”

“Hey, at least I try. Unlike those girls,” Sam pouted, pointing out the group that their coach was lecturing.

“You should still be getting an A, considering your attitude and the fact you try,” Trent nodded, thinking about it. “Even if you suck at P.E. That, there’s just no helping.”

She huffed and slapped his arm.

“Still going with Johnny?” Trent’s mood turned sour.

“Uh, yes. He hasn’t said otherwise and just earlier he’d asked if it was alright to meet at the gymnasium instead for the dance.”

“Whatever. Anyways, you start your job today too, right?”

Sam began telling him excitedly all about it, showing him how much she couldn’t wait to start. He just told her he still didn’t see the point and would much rather party.