Unforeseen

Chapter 19

I do not own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 19

"Is this seriously what they're teaching you?" Ron frowned as he looked up from my astronomy homework.

"Sadly, yes," I jotted down the appropriate formula for the physics problem I was on. Lucas's had been kind enough to get all the work I was missing due to my absence. I had only missed three days, but I planned to be out a week so there was enough work to sink a naval fleet.

Ron shook his head and muttered something before tossing the packet across the room.

"Hey! I need that."

"It'll make your processors malfunction."

I huffed, "if I had processors they just might, but I'll have to settle for severe brain hemorrhaging. Now fetch."

"I'm not a dog," Ron's eyes narrowed.

"You threw it. Get your butt up and retrieve it, unless you have telekinetic powers you've neglected to inform me of."

He grumbled and got up.

Honestly, no one had asked him to look over the work for my one useless class. I didn't want to do it any more than he wanted to look at, but at least he had the option.

"Time moves differently in space," Ron dropped the packet on top of my textbooks, "it hardly remains constant."

I forced a smiled and gave him the thumbs up, "if you say so."

"Light bends as well," He sat on the bed again.

"That would be called a black hole." I double checked my math.

"Those aren't the only things that cause it, but depending on the size they could be particularly brutal."

"Speaking from experience?"

He did not comment.

Folding the worksheet I stuck it into the designated textbook and dropped it on the floor. It gave a sharp thuck as it landed flat. "One down, four to go."

Those four remaining classes would take forever. It had taken nearly two hours to finish physics, granted it had been a week's worth of reading and assignments, but still. I had an entire book to read for English. Worse yet, I had the astronomy garbage that had offended Ron. We never got homework in astronomy! Why did the stupid teacher have to start now?

The universe must really hate me. I half absently rubbed my ribs in memory.

"You alright?" Ron eyed me carefully.

I only nodded before grabbing my math work. Ron was in the state of mind where he wanted to know everything that was going through my head. The poor guy probably thought I was going insane, especially after I had apparently yelled something about Starscream in my sleep. All I could remember was waking up in agony.

Great, I grumbled as I looked over the worksheet, just great. "I'm totally screwed."

Ron quirked a brow.

Sighing I handed the paper to him. "My graphing calculator was destroyed with the rest of the playground." I didn't know for sure, but given the fact I had not gotten anything back must mean something.

He studied the problems before giving me a quizzical look. "Why would you need a calculator? This is simple."

Of course he would say that. The bum. "Well excuse me Dr. Einstein."

He rolled his eyes, "there's a simple enough formula."

I handed him the pencil, "have fun."

"No."