Ambrosia (Calypso Sequel)

Part 3: Trent Demarco Pt. 1

~~4 Months since the battle~~

"Come on, Cal!" Mimi's voice cracked. I could tell she was irritated without having to look back at her. "You've been holed up in the garage for weeks! Let's go out! See a movie, get dinner, do something!"

I sighed, placing the wrench down besides me as I eased out from under my fathers old truck. With Ironhide now assigned as our "guardian" (incase of a Decepticon attack) my father no longer had a use for the old truck. This left the old model dodge my new toy. It was a distraction. I guess. Inventing and tinkering had always acted as my escape from reality. It was one of the few things I truly enjoyed doing. "The party?" My monotonous voice leaving my lips, my fist closing around a different wrench before sliding back under the truck.

"Oh, come on. Calypso! Please." She practically begged as I pulled out more of the undercarriage. "I don't want to go alone."

"Sam?"

"He's busy! Please Cal, Trent's gonna be there." Her voice dropped when she spoke his names. My hand tightening around the wrench in my hand. Knuckles turning a bright white color. I could barely resist hissing out in pure rage. Trent De-fucking-marco. I'd never hated anyone more. Even Meg-Mega-no.

"Fine." A part of the undercarriage came loose and hit the ground with a loud bang. My body responded immediately as panic set in. My body lurching upwards in a panicked reaction, only for my head to collide with the undercarriage of the truck. A yelp leaving my lips. My head pulsing with white hot pain as I slid out from under the truck. "Shit." I cringed as I placed a hand to my forehead, feeling a bump beginning to form.

"You okay?" I nodded rising from the floor and heading into the house to change. Looking in the mirror I almost gagged, my eyes counting each rib before pulling my shirt over my head. Entering the bathroom I quickly brushed through my blonde locks before placing a bandage over the bump on my head.

  Smiling with satisfaction I did a spin, eyeing the short black skirt I always loved before fixing my facade upon my face and strutting confidently down the stairs. Ignoring Annabelle's screaming as my parents coddled her. Walking out the front door, head held high I turned to Mimi. Throwing a leg over my bike. "Let's go."