A/N: I'm sorry I'm not doing anymore 'Meeting A Dream' scenarios, but I already have five scenarios I have to continue. I'll do more when I finish these. M'kay?
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Wanna Hang Out?// Pt.1
*Ultra Mags* Edition
~2ND POV~
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   "This is soooooo booooring." You groan, banging your head on the table. You were attempting to focus on your algebra homework (because you're in algebra for whatever reason), but it seemed impossible.

   Originally, to distract yourself from the monster that was your paper, you were throwing crumpled balls of lined notebook paper at Magnus. You were trying to see how much you could you could throw before he got annoyed. And, after throwing an astounding five crumpled paper balls at lightning speed, he sent you a threatening glare, which made you surprised (to say the least).

   He didn't yell, he just gave a glare so terrible, if looks could kill, everyone in town would be a rotting corpse. You were not kidding.

   Back to your homework though. These equations made no sense, no sense whatsoever. Why should it? You never studied, though sometimes you slightly regretted it. Not that it would make a difference, but all you needed was someone . . . Someone to explain it.

   Ultra Magnus.

   Your fun to annoy, straight A, student supervisor. Maybe he could help? You'd asked him to help before, though he mainly replied in non-caring grunts. Hopefully, he'll forgive you for the series of events that happened only twenty minutes ago. Eh! Why not try?

   "Heeeey Maaaaggy!" You whine playfully, y'know, because you could. He let out another grunt which translated to, "What do you want?"

   "I'm having a lot of trouble with the equations. For whatever reason, I can't seem to get them." You said these two statements seriously, which sent a shock through his body because he was so surprised. (Sorry, but I like to exaggerate) Magnus raised his head, curious to see what kind of torture was threatening your life force. He walked over to you, placed his hands over his shoulders and onto the desk, taking an observational look at your homework.

   The position of yourselves went unnoticed, for whatever reason.

   "This actually wouldn't be that hard if you thought about it." He tells you. You were thankful that he was trying his best to assist you, but you were only half-listening. While he explained the equations, you were carefully stealing the answer sheet that just so happened to be squirreled away in the outer pocket of his binder.

   You're a bada**, right? So you should be able to pick-pocket. And you can. You were a master, but for this certain skill, there was no need to explain. Your tutor-of-sorts simply didn't expect it, and went back to his chair when he finished babbling.

   You spread the answer sheet out on your desk, and began jotting down the explanations to questions you couldn't care less about. This time, you were really grateful, as Ultra Magnus had just helped you in one of the best ways, unbeknownst to him. Finally, you finished the worksheet, and tucked it away into your surprisingly neat math folder.

   "All done?" Magnus questions, watching you put your folder into your backpack. You nodded, letting out a, "Mmhm!" Mags gathered up his stuff as well, and was stepping towards the door before you stopped him.

   "Wait! Mags!" You call, using his newly created nickname. He grunts at it.

   "Yes?"

   "I was wondering if you were gonna go to Megatron's party later." I tell him, folding the answer sheet behind my back.

   "No, why? Are you supposed to personally invite Autobots?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes, not bothering to ask what that meant.

   "No. I don't care who comes or not. I just wanted to know." You defend yourself. He shrugs.

   "No, but again, why?"

   "I wanted to place a bet on how long it'll take the police to come." This comment almost made the male teen smile. He hadn't done something like that, but it sure sounded enjoyable enough.

   "Fine, but on one condition." Magnus proposes. You nod, hearing him out. "No drinking."

   "I might be totally awesome, but I don't drink, Mags." You enlighten him with a playful smile.

   "Also here. Later, BOI!" You squeal, handing the paper to Magnus, and getting the heck out of the classroom. He recognized it to be the answer sheet, and immediately ran after you.

   "YYYYYY/NNNNNN!!!"