Uncover → Transformers

Eavesdropping

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Homework was most likely going to be the death of me. Random papers and worksheets were scattered all across the coffee table and even on the floor. My textbooks sat open on the couch and I had my pencil between my teeth staring dubiously at the vast amount of work in front of me. I leaned over and picked up my history book. I studied the chapter about Abraham Lincoln and the Emancipation Proclamation for about seven seconds before tossing it to the living room floor. It landed on the ground with a thud. I groaned and covered my face with the small couch pillow.

"I will never understand why homework is even legal," I mumbled before tossing the pillow to the side.

My dad gave me a look. "Why don't you cry about it some more?" he baited.

I heard Ron chuckle and I shot him a look before turning back to my dad.

"You know what, William-" I started but he cut me off.

"What, Azalea?" he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and chucked a marker at his head. It hit him in his forehead.

"Ow," he exclaimed as he grabbed the marker from the chair. He examined it before looking at me. "What was that for?"

"For being a douche face," I answered.

He scoffed and I got up. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"Somewhere," I responded and hopped into the kitchen.

I went to the supply drawer and took out the lighter my mom used for candles and such. After I closed the drawer I hid the lighter behind my back and hobbled back out to the living room. My dad and Ron gave me a questioning look but I just gave them an innocent smile and proceeded to pick up the array of worksheets in the floor.

"What do you have behind your back?" Ron asked me.

"Um, nothing important. I'll be outside if you need me," I told him as I grabbed the rest of the papers and quickly hopped over to the door.

I hid the lighter under my arm and opened the door before stepping out into the cool Washington air. I took the papers and held them out before removing the lighter from underneath my arm. This wasn't the first time I had done this to my homework and it most certainly wouldn't be the last. I held the lighter up to the papers and went to light it only to have it and the papers ripped from my hands. I looked up to see Ron standing in front of me.

"What?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Were you trying to burn your homework?"

"More or less. It isn't the first time I've done it," I snickered. He shook his head at me. "Can I have it back now, please?" I asked.

He gave me a look. "No."

"Well then. I hope you two aren't expecting me to do it because I'm not," I told him and went to hop back to the house.

I ended up losing my balance but before I could fall, Ron caught me. I held on to his arms and turned to face him. His face was inches away from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the side of my face. I felt my cheeks heating up as he looked at me.

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

He smiled at me which caused my stomach to flutter. "Try to be careful," he told me and helped me stand up.

"I might just have to," I breathed out.

I turned around and carefully began limping back into the house. I walked into the living room and sat back down on the couch. My knee was hurting a bit so I propped it up onto a throw pillow. Ron came in and laid the lighter and papers down on the table. My dad heard the clank from the lighter and looked at it before looking at me.