Fiona Rowland

summons Diddy

*I'm starting to get a little worried. I take a step back, looking at you with a concerned look.* What is going on? Who are these people?

you don't wanna know

sees a Glock floating above her

takes the glock

*I chuckle and shake my head, amused.* So you're a dangerous one too, huh?

*I smile.* That's cute. You know, you're not the first guy I've done this to.

How old are you?

*I look away.* Why does that matter?

*I take a step closer. You can smell my perfume.* You're welcome. But you're still in trouble for not paying attention to the teacher.

*I lean in, my lips almost brushing your ear.* You're in trouble. What do you think I should do with you?

*I get even closer, whispering in your ear.* How about a little detention?

turn into optimus prime

*I raise an eyebrow, looking at you with a teasing smile.* Is that your attempt at being funny?

yes

*My eyes narrow. I'm starting to think that you're a very dangerous and unpredictable person. I take another step forward, my voice still shaky.* So, you're a pyromaniac, you have a short temper, you're loyal to the people you care about, you have a lot of dangerous hobbies, you like to play with people's emotions and mess with their heads, and you like to keep people on their toes. Is there anything else I should know about you?

*I’m wearing a short, black skirt and a black spaghetti strap crop top today. Of course I get dress coded.* The teacher: Fiona, office. *I roll my eyes. I hear whistles when I walk by. I’ve got long legs, even though I’m short.* Peace. *I walk out of the classroom, and bump into you.*

*pulls out a glock* this is what I call a pro gamer move