Greetings again everyone! I want to thank everyone who has devoted their time to reading and reviewing this story! And now to talk to my dear guest reviewer Freya. I'm sorry that you found last chapter boring, either I was lazy, didn't stare my ideas across enough, or all of the above. *shot* Anyway, there's probably a reason why you found this boring. I'm preparing to take off on the first movie's plot. SHOCK! I found a plot to stick to?! Yes, yes I did. I'm going to use the first movie plot, but after that, probably add some good ol generation one. Note- Jazz will not die like in the movie (Damn you Michael Bay!). Another note- I don't write accents because it makes it hard as hell to read whatever the heck they're saying. If you're reading this, you should be obsessed with Transformers enough to be hearing their voices all the time. If any one's wondering, this takes place about one month after the first month of school.

PS- Mimzy's OC Moonrider makes a cameo in this chapter!

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"Damn it!" Scorponok pounded his fist down on the table. "The bastard!"

Blackout rolled his eyes as his lunch tray shook as the dirty blonde hammered away at the table. "You know, you're not going to get Jazz back by trying to destroy our table. "

Scorponok flashed him a sour glance. "Yes, but it helps my anger at Jazz by pretending it is Jazz!" With that, he struck the table again.

At least half of the people at their table turned to glare at Scorponok and Blackout.

"Geez, can't you guys be still for more than a minute?" Starscream sniffed haughtily. Scalpel nodded in agreement from behind his enormous glasses. He adjusted them a bit before speaking. "I'm working on a guide for my blogspot followers on how to write well over here."

"Here's a tip." Sideways said as he butted in. "If your cast of characters includes a tribe that sacrifices people, make sure that they have blood tests for the offerings to make sure that they don't sacrifice any HIV positive people."

"Hahaha." Scalpel rolled his eyes. "I'm serious."

"I can tell. That's why I said it." Sideways replied nonchalantly as he bit off a chunk of his cookie.

Turning away from the conversation, Blackout faced Scorponok again. "There are better ways to get revenge rather then attempting to snap the table in half." He picked up the school's inedible lasagna with an evil smile. "Like this."

With that, he tossed the well aimed lasagna to Jazz's head.

"HEY! Who the hell threw that?!" He angrily wiped off the over processed cheese out of his dark mess of hair and gingerly picked up his tuna sandwich to throw it back in the direction of the lasagna. It was only because of a cruel twist of fate that it ended up on Blitzwing while he was in his Hothead personality.

"You'll regret throwing that me!" He roared, flinging his entire lunch tray at the Autobot side.

And then all hell broke loose.

Milk cartons flew, letting calcium high substances rain over, and vegetables that no one had uses for until now went splat on all grades. Desserts unfortunately not eaten danced through the air, and fruit slices sailed through the lunchroom's skies.

In the confusion, some people decided it was the perfect time to make a move.

"MEGATRON!" Knockout excitedly yelped as he glomped him.

"GET OFF OF ME, YOU FOOL!"

"NEVER! YOU CAN'T STAND IN THE WAY OF TRUE LOVE!"

"THIS ISN'T TRUE LOVE, YOU IMBECILE! GET OFF!"

Blackout was having so much fun chucking food, he quickly grabbed some poor fellow's yogurt and hurled on Starscream.

"HEY! I'm still second in command!" He screeched as he tossed some raspberry pudding back at him.

"In the Great Campus War, yes, but in the Great Food Fling?" Blackout taunted. "I think not!" He bombarded the former second in command with an open juice box someone had left.

"That makes no sense!" Starscream angrily grabbed a bowl of chili and chased after him.

Across the lunchroom, under some greasy lunch tables, Ratchet was complaining, Ironhide was pummeling anyone who dared to pelt him with any kind of food item, and Gears was listening to some heavy metal band while griping about the bitterness of life. Not exacly what one would call extraordinary. A few people under were trying to hold their own, but failing as they realized the lack of ammo.

Next to it, Wasp was crazily hurling food that people had over looked (occasionally 'accidentally' dumping a salad on Bumblebee), and Bee was just trying to avoid Wasp's salad dumps while attempting to peg Barriacade with some potatoes randomly lying around. He suspected Blitzwing was probably in his Random personality if potatoes were lying around.

"AHAHAHAHA! WATCH ME EXPRESS MY FEELINGS IN A THROW!"

Yep.

Back at the Decepticon side of the lunchroom, Lugnut cackled as he pegged another Autobot. "Oh Lord Megatron, these puny Autobots are not worthy to breathe your air!"

Megatron dismissively waved the flattery off as he looked over Knockout's momentarily unconscious body. "What you say may be true Lugnut. Soundwave, how exactly is our front holding up?"

Soundwave, who was hiding under a makeshift fort he created from cafeteria chairs, held up his iPad, the text on the Notepad app, proclaiming that Autobots appeared to be suffering from a loss of ammo.

"Wonderful." He silkily purred. He picked up a raisin cookie and was about to send it flying towards Optimus, but not before someone nailed him in the head with a blue and red cupcake.

"DAMN YOU OPTIMUS!"

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"Ugh. It will take me forever to clean out all of this food in my gorgeous hair." Sunstreaker dramatically swept his filthy hair as he walked down the hallway with his twin brother Sideswipe.

Sideswipe's eyes looked to the ceiling, irked at his brother's over exaggerated dilemma before frowning down at the chunks of unidentifiable food on his jacket from his brother's hair sweep. "It's not going help both of us by making my jacket look like your 'gorgeous' hair."

Sunstreaker shrugged. "Your jacket already is the color as my hair, so what difference that make?"

Sideswipe gave his brother a questioning glance and turned away. "You have a point there. Anyway, it's probably good thing mom and dad are away for the month, our ears would be sore like hell after they're done with us!"

Sunstreaker grinned. "Be glad Ratchet didn't know we were the ones who tossed that fish on him!"

Both brothers chuckled at this, before an ominous looking shadow dropped on them.

"He's right behind us, right?" Sideswipe asked his brother with a knowing face.

"Yeah, I'm ninety percent sure. Total cliche moment."

And both brothers ran like hell from a very vexed Ratchet, who was waving around a very sharp looking buzz-saw.

Twenty minutes later...

"Oh my god, Jazz, thank you for saving our lives." Sunstreaker panted as he stood against Jazz's dorm door. "Ratchet would have slaughtered us with that buzz saw."

Jazz snorted. "Ha, I've had that buzz saw up close in my face. Defining moment of my life." He grimaced as the smell of something rotting wafted off Sunstreaker. "However, you could return the favor by showering and washing your clothes."

"I would love to, but my idiot brother is hogging your shower." He pouted. "Doesn't he know about the exemplary care i have to give to myself in order to maintan my amazing exterior?"

"Has heever asked what your interior looks like?" Jazz teased.

Sunstreaker's eyes widened as he realized this. Jazz snickered and let it eventually grow into a laugh that sent him flying onto his back. Sunstreaker gave a small smile as he looked over him.

"We are so lucky that our parents aren't home." Sunstreaker remarked as he wiped off a stray spaghetti strand lying on his shoulder. "They would kill us if they knew we fought in a food fight."

"Wait." Jazz sat back up faster than what Sunstreaker previously thought was possible. "Your parents are out of town?"

Sunstreaker nodded, before gaining an expression of horror. "Oh no. I hope that is not what you're thinking. Not another cliche."

"Yes! Yes!" Jazz was practically hopping like a five year old on a sugar buzz by this point. "TEENAGE HOUSE PARTY!"

"No way." Sunstreaker crossed his arms. "I wouldn't have a problem with this if it weren't so cliche and my parents were around to monitor it-"

Jazz cut him off. "You know, things are cliche because they WORK, and everybody knows 'rents are a drag on parties. Besides, it's ten times more fun to do it in secret!"

"No, dude." Sunstreaker shook his head firmly. "My parents trusted us to be responsible and-"

"Did somebody mention 'Teenage House Party'?" Sideswipe opened the bathroom door, with steam pouring out behind him. He had a broad grin on his face as he strolled to them.

Jazz squealed. "Sideswipe! You have come to aid me in the task of convincing Sideswipe to throw the most awesome party of the year!" Sunstreaker, however, was less enthused.

"Were you listening to us this whole time?" He questioned his twin, increduous.

"I really wasn't until I heard Jazz yell Teenage House Party. And to answer Jazz's question, I have come to help him!" He posed himself in a heroic sort of way, before turning to Sunstreaker to use peer pressure. "Come on bro. It will be awesome. We'll invite some chicks from that all girls school across from town and bring in, like, a mini buffet there!"

Jazz nodded eagerly in agreement. "Yeah, and I can be the DJ!"

Sunstreaker looked sardonically at Jazz. "You can DJ?"

"Like hell I can!" Jazz replied, looking a bit offended. "I work as a DJ on the weekends!"

"Mom and Dad will never know bro!" Sideswipe was making Puppy eyes by this point and Jazz followed suit.

Damn, they could make one hell of a Puppy Eye look.

"Ugh... fine." Sunstreakerthrew his hands up in the air as Jazz and Sunstreaker gave each other high fives. "But if anybody ends up injured or dead, we are never hosting a party again!"

"YES!" Jazz whooped along with Sidewipe. "I am so making a Facebook event page for this!"

"Dude, we totally have to have Mountain Dew-" Sideswipe began.

"And Lays chips!" Jazz added.

"No alcohol!" Sunstreaker chided them.

"Like that will stop anyone."

"We should ship in Columbian cocaine! And some Lebanese hashish!"

"Ooh! And strippers!"

"We are not shipping Columbian cocaine or Lebanese hashish nor are we sending strippers!"

"Aw, you're no fun, bro."

"Urgh, I need a shower."

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-Beep-

Blurr looked quickly down at his phone. Facebook alert from Jazz. Party at the Lambo Twins's Friday night? Why not, he had nothing planned.

Another alert from Jazz. They needed ideas and supplies.

At the speed of sound, Blurr quickly jotted off to Jazz that they should consider having a dance game, beer fountain, laser pogos, Guitar hero, keg, no Taylor Swift playing, maybe a few babes.

Okay, maybe not the beer fountain. But send.

Blurr shut off his phone and shoved it in his bag. Track tryouts wasn't going to wait for anyone, let alone the single best track runner this school had. (What Cheetor claimed was not going to stop someone like him)

"Hey..."

Blurr turned to the voice. The Decepticon Jetfire was looking at him rather suspiciously.

"What is it that you want, Jetfire?" He said, exasperated. "I need to run to Track tryouts and I probably will have to sprint if anymore distractions keeps me down." Even if Jetfire was considerably nicer than his fellow Decepticons, he really needed to get going.

"Well, um." Jetfire was really uncomfortable talking to his side's enemies, unfortunately.

"For goodness' sake Jetfire! There is no need to act like a quivering chihuahua! Spit out and say it like it's nothing!" Blurr yelled, agitated. Jesus, only five minutes left!

Jetfire turned red. "I'm sorry! It's just I wanted to ask you... Is that a party event page you were looking at?"

Blurr glanced at him with mild disgust. "Were you reading behind my back?!"

"No!" Jetfire said defensively.

Blurr looked at him again.

"...maybe."

Blurr rolled his eyes as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder. "To answer your question, yes, there going to be a party at the Lambo Twins' Friday Night and at least twenty people are attending, judging from what I saw last in the Facebook event page." He pulled out his phone for a spilt second before putting it back. "No wait, forty. Now goodbye!" He rushed out of the changing room, leaving only a blur (pun intended) in his trail.

Jetfire exhaled out of relief, but not before a rather devious looking Frenzy grinned at him as he poked his head out of a cubicle. "Autobot party? This should be interesting..."

Jetfire's face whitened. "Oh no..."

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"So what have you planned?" Prowl asked as Jazz on their bus ride back home.

"Tons of stuff!" Jazz sat excitedly up. "We're buying tons of junk food, a photo booth, and a keg! I'm playing DJ and we'll be buying rainbow colored lasers! We were also going to ship in some Columbian cocaine and some Lebanese hashish and send in some strippers, but Sideswipe stopped us from doing that."

"Probably a good thing he did..." Prowl muttered under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Turning away, Jazz was eagerly texting to his six million other friends on Facebook. "So, we already have sixty people attending, and as far as I'm concerned, all the hard partiers are among them."

"And those are?" Prowl skeptically inquired.

"Me, Wreck-Gar, Blaster, Cheetor, and etc, etc, etc."

Prowl put his head into his hands. "If anything, you guys will only make the situation at hand worse."

Jazz waved his hand. "It's not like we're going to play with nuclear waste, what's the worst that could happen?"

Prowl held up his hand to count. "One, the police catch you guys bringing in the alcohol. Two, they get called in for noise disturbance. Three, the party ends up trashing the twins' entire house. Four, alcohol poisoning. Five, drunk drivers. Six, molestation. Seven-"

"Hey, hey, don't you think you're being a bit unrealistic?!" Jazz protested. One withering stare from Prowl was more than enough to get him shut his complaints.

"Ah, who the hell am I kidding! You always find some way to logic things into being reasonable." Jazz frowned.

"Logic is not a verb." He pointed out. "How are you going DJ, if you can't even stay sober during a party?"

"Easy." Jazz declared with ease. "You'll be there to watch my drink consumption!"

It took 0.6 seconds for Prowl to start choking on the smarties he was eating and about a minute to get him to stop hacking on the candy.

"Whatever makes you think that I will go to this crazy bash of yours?" He breathily retorted, still recovering from the minor near death experience he had.

Jazz innocently batted his eyelashes. "Well, you are my best friend, you obviously need to get out more, you have an alcohol tolerance of the gods, and you do have that blow horn-"

"That you unfairly snatched from my pack." He spat bitterly.

Jazz sighed before pulling out his secret weapon. "I'll buy donuts."

At the mere mention of donuts, Prowl whipped his head up, plainly in high alert. "You have donuts?!"

Jazz seductively licked his lips. "I'll buy you some donuts if you promise to come."

Poor Prowl looked torn between logic and his never ending desire for fried dough. "We'll... We'll see."

"Aww, Prowlie, don't be so dull." Jazz teased him in tone that could have been considered fairly sensuous. "They'll be chocolate... sugar powdered... Sprinkles."

Prowl was practically tearing out his hair by now. "Urg... Fine!"

"Yay!" Jazz cheered. Two arguments won in a day! He was on a roll. "I'll buy you the donuts after the party."

"What?!" Prowl snapped back up.

Jazz wagged his finger demeaningly. "Got to make sure you don't bail on me while having your donuts!"

"...I hate you."

"Aww, I hate you too!"

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"Autobot Party?"

Megatron raised his eyebrow at the proposition Frenzy had just made. 'An Autobot Party? We do have our Decepticon celebrations... Usually ending with five wasted drunks...'

Frenzy popped up from his Candy Crush play. "I'm just saying boss, it'll be awesome chance to go crash them dumb ass Autobots' bash!"

"Hmmm... I do need to get back at Optimus for throwing that cupcake at me..."

"What?"

"It's none of your concern."

Back at Ironhide's house...

Optimus blinked. "I feel like I was just mentioned by someone."

Ironhide looked at him like he had just sprouted five heads. "You can't feel that you were mentioned by someone!"

Ironhide's hyper twelve year old cousin, who was visiting, nodded energetically in agreement. "Besides, Miley Cyrus's VMA performance coming on in a second. Ooh! Here it is!"

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...

"Umm, Ironhide? Why is she stripped to her underwear?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Oh Ironhead!" his little cousin rolled her eyes. "You guys act like grandpas. It gets even better, wait til she get that foam finger out and starts rubbing it all over her- Hey! It's here!"

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"I don't think I'm going to recover from this."

Back to the field behind the school, where a few Decepticons were meeting...

"If I may interrupt oh glorious and amazing Megatron-"

"Stop with the bootlicking Sunstorm. I get enough of that from Lugnut."

"Oh, but could I ever match up to him, magnificent as he is. Back to my original point, like the ingenious Frenzy has said before-"

"Thank you." the said Frenzy beamed.

"It would be an propitious and extremely auspicious opportunity to sabotage the Autobots so we Decepticon can have our moment of most victorious glory. Perhaps flubbing a few of their automobiles would also be approved by me."

"In simpler words," Starscream noted, preparing to translate. "It would be a great time to mess up the Autobots' cars."

"Thank you for the translation, Starscream." He said half heartedly. "You Decepticons can choose to drink your asses off, but I think Sunstorm's suggestion may hold some promise and amusement for us."

Sunstorm bowed. "I am humbled deeply by your most heartfelt compliments-"

"Shut it."

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"Hey guys. Have you heard about that new party at Lambo twins'?"

Elita swiveled in her chair to look at her sister, Arcee. "Really? Wouldn't it be all boys?"

Chromia, her other sister, pffted. "Pfff, you know how the horny boys are. They have to invite at least a dozen hot girls to bang or at least ogle."

Elita thought about the hungry lustful looks the hormone filled boys gave her when she was at the beach, or anywhere that involved her in something that showed a considerable amount of skin. She nodded knowingly to Arcee.

"Should we go? I mean, it's not like we're going to get raped..." Arcee noted thoughtfully.

Chromia snorted, satirical. "Those motherfuckers better hope for their lucky stars that they'll be able to walk straight after trying the moves on me."

Elita snickered. "You would kick them in the crotch before they even put a hand on you."

"And then you would punch them in stomach." Arcee chuckled as she joined in.

Chromia waved her hand like she was some five star celebrity. "Already done it sister. Some guy at the pool was hitting on me and he was making a hand to the no touch zone."

"I feel bad for any guy that would dare lay a hand on you." Arcee remarked. "Speaking of guys, I'm looking at the guest list right here, Optimus is on it, Elita."

"Oooh, que the cheesy love song!" Chromia joked.

"How about Taylor Swift's 'Love Story'?"

"Ugh, Taylor Swift. I like it!"

Elita rolled her eyes. "Guys, just because he and I are friends doesn't mean we're making out in the patio garden or anything."

"Admit it, the thought did cross your mind more than once." Arcee chimed, her lips threatening to break into a wide grin.

"Ugh. Having sisters is so frustrating." Elita placed her head down on her desk. "Getting back to the orginal point, are we going to this party or not?"

"Well duh!" Arcee slid down from her upper bunk bed. "It's been clinically proven in my mind that Elita need to get out more and Chromia needs to find more guys that she will not kick in the balls. Who would want to miss the chance to do all that?"

"I get out enough!" Elita defensively asserted. "And doesn't Chromia hang out with that Ironhead guy?"

"It's Ironhide!" Chromia corrected her with a glare.

"Elita, you are way off in that sentence you just said." Arcee held up her hand, her other one on her hip. "One, you only get out when I bribe you with study passes I got from Mrs. Chasel. Two, I clearly said guys. Ironhide is one guy."

Chromia slumped her face into her pillow. "Sometimes, I hate you. A lot."

"I get that a lot, especially from you." She coolly responded. "Besides, nearly half the girls in our school are coming."

"Oh really?" Elita rebutted, her tone laced with something caustic. "Name twenty, besides you."

"Well..." Arcee's expression was looking significantly more impish now. "There's Moonracer, Crasher, Windblade, Greenlight, Lancer, Firestar, Beta, Rosanna, Clio, Minerva, Clipper, Glyph, Karmen, Road Rage, Discharge, Vibes, Windy, Roulette, Flare up, Flip Sides, Moonrider-"

"Okay, okay, shut up." Chromia threw her hands up.

"-wait, is Moonrider actually coming or not? I think I better check in-"

"I said shut up."

"Either way, we are going to the party!"

This only elated a round of groans from her sisters. She put her hand up solidly. "No complaints, no buts. None at all boring ass sisters!"

Chromia then proceeded to slam her forehead against the wall.

"Mind if I join you in the head slamming?" Elita asked, tired visibly written over her face.

"No."

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CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE CLICHE

A/N- Damn, there's a lot of eye rolling here. Ahahaha... Jazz is such a dick... Anyway, this chapter is actually a lot longer than the others. Over 4500! And as for that last tidbit, it really isn't a Optimus Elita moment, it can be nosy sisters, an actual Optimus Elita moment, anything. I like giving my readers some freedom in this, it's really up to you. All the females that Arcee just named before are actual Transformers. (not including Moonrider) Turns out we actually have a lot more females than we thought, eh? And this is a special I wanted to make to all you lovelies out there. I am accepting OCs, HOWEVER. There are rules.

-No human OCs. That is final, and I won't be making any exceptions.

-No ships. Therefore, if your character has a Sparkmate that is canon, they won't be in a relationship.

-They will not be a major character. The most your character will be is a minor character, the least, a background character.

-Adjustment. PM if you want your OC to show up, and I will take a look at their profile. I will then provide you a high school profile of them for your approval. If I feel some things in your OC are A-unnecessary, B- Mary Sue-ish, C- unreasonable, or D- All of the above, I will ask for permission to cut it out. (Psst, Mimzy, the only quality that your oc that fits into here is her resemblance to Optimus. Don't worry, it's the only one)

Notes- If anybody has qualms about Knockout acting like a perv, he really doesn't harbor any real feelings for Megatron, he just does it to annoy him. Starscream probably seems like a priss right now, but he can hold his own in a fight and is actually very ferocious. If you're wondering what the twins are wearing since they showered at Jazz's and they live at their own house, Jazz just let them borrow some old T-shirts and sweat pants. Jetfire, is generation one version, but his younger self is the animated version. He has mellowed down from his younger self's excited ness but there are some orange streaks in his now white hair that he has left to remind himself of his younger self's impulsiveness. And Lol, Jetfire's just a little socially awkward boy with the Autobots. If you're wondering why I didn't make him movie verse, I'm not trying to offend anybody but I really don't like it. The original cast existed a quite a bit before the war and they don't have a canes. And they're fucking robots, they can replace their body parts with new ones! I'm sorry if I didn't make Blurr talk enough, it's fairly hard for me write his long ramblings... Anywho, I think of Elita as a serious person who people call a workaholic. She can be very charismatic, but she find it rare that she should ever need to use it. Arcee isn't peppy, she's just more social than her sisters.

Fun Fact- Jetfire has Foreign Accent syndrome. Due to being in a coma when he was younger, he came out of it having an American accent, despite growing up in Russia. He can imitate an Australian accent and a Yorkshire accent. (This comes from the fact in the cartoons, he always seems to have some sort accent.)

Here's another Fun Fact to make up for the lack of one in the first Chapter. Boy, I'm just spoiling you guys. Prowl has a high tolerance for drugs and alcohol because he actually was a very sickly child when he was young. They had to give him lots of medication and over time, he has built a strong tolerance for it. Since alcohol is a drug, he can hold his liquor quite well.

Holy shit pants this is one long ass Author's note. So why not make it even longer?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS-

How will Sunstreaker plan the party? Will he consider the cocaine, the hashish, or the strippers again like his brother and Jazz suggested? Or will he put his unique spin on it?

Will Prowl ever get his sprinkled, sugar-powdered, chocolate donuts? (I could go for some myself)

Will Jetfire ever gain any social skills around Autobots?

Is Elita actually thinking of making out in the patio garden with Optimus?

Will Chromia find another guy whom she won't kick in the balls?

Will Optimus ever recover from Miley Cyrus's VMA show? (I know I haven't)