Unforeseen

Chapter 27

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 27

Ahhh, I mentally cooed under the warm water of the shower. I had been thoroughly disgusted to find myself lathered in perspiration when I had awoken from my nap, nearly had me sick to my stomach. That had been more from being overheated than anything else though.

I sneezed then groaned. This was just not my year. All these complications needed to end so I could start having a moderately normal life again. Wasn't that why I had moved to Washington in the first place?

With a sigh I grabbed the shampoo and worked it into my hair. At least I had made up with Ron… sort of. I hadn't actually said anything about it to him, but maybe he had picked up on it.

Ironhide is a romantic idiot. Chromia's voice filtered through my mind.

I sighed again, "probably not." The drive back to Jessy's house had been absurdly awkward. I had been too embarrassed to talk and the heavens only knew what kept him silent. Maybe he was afraid I'd snap at him or run away if he did. The latter probably explained why he was still in the house.

Muffled shouting filtered through the door and shower noise. Ron and Jessy were arguing again. I don't know why he didn't wait out in the truck if he wanted to stick around. It had been pretty evident from the moment I had walked through the door that Jessy wasn't in the mood to deal with him. She, Patrick and Jeremy had practically mobbed me, asking where I had been and why I hadn't picked up my phone. Turned out the poor thing had suffered a terrible water induced death. Dropping in the toilet would have been more humane.

The guys were only tolerating Ron because I told them to let him be. Jessy on the other hand was stubborn and had the theater incident fresh her mind. There had been only so much I could do before Ron had ushered me off to the bathroom. I knew he could fend off a Decepticon, but an angry teenage girl was a completely different set of problems, especially since he couldn't pass off threats on her… well, I suppose he could, but it would not end well.

The water began to cool so I pushed my thoughts aside, scrubbed my skin clean and shut it off. Even with the water noise gone I still couldn't make out the argument they were having. Part of me wished Jessy would just ignore his existence and play her video games, but I honestly could not blame her. I hadn't painted the best picture of him and he hadn't done much to change that view either.

Karma, it was a real butt kicker.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. There was a tired looking girl staring back at me with dark circles under her eyes, a faint pink scar on her cheek and flushed skin. Was that really me? I looked terrible.

I fingered the scar with a frown. Hope that goes away. Perhaps I was asking too much to happen in such a short amount of time, the injury wasn't even a month old. "Crazy twins," I muttered to myself. The thought of them raised a good question however – where they disguised aliens as well?

All I could do was shrug. Ron would probably tell me if I asked, but a part of me didn't want to know right now. I had other things to deal with and they were currently several states away. I did wish I could get rid of those bags under my eyes though. Yuck. That three hour nap had really done nothing for my skin. "The wonders of insomnia," I grab my clothes. Who knew I'd be able to sleep so easily in a guys arms.

Heat exploded within my body. Why did I have to be half naked!

I shoved my foot into my pants, nearly tripping when it got caught. Just want I needed to do, crack my skull open. Everyone would love that. I forced myself to dress slowly.