Some Human Assistance (KnockoutxTeen!Reader)

(Y/N) used to be popular. (Y/N) used to be the most social person in school. (Y/N) used to be what everyone called "normal". She was never liked because of her brain, but only because of her looks. That's how she went along in life, all the way from elementary school. She deeply hated every single fellow human because of it. When she found out about a race of alien, transforming vehicles at war with each other, she immediately started hunting and researching. She soon enters a race with a car she found in a scrapyard, leaving with the Decepticon's medic and some self-esteem.

This is platonic, just to let you all know if you have a little misunderstanding from the title.
I'm also new to this fandom and doing a little bit of stuff differently than die-hard fans and people who have been in the fandom longer, so don't yell at me if stuff is not so canon or unorthodox. I exist to be unorthodox. This is based on events from the Transformers Prime series.
Warning: Cursing, mentions of blood.

Transformers Prime and any characters shown in this story are not mine.