Title: The Goal

Rating: This begins as T but will be M rated soon enough for language and adult situations like sex and plenty of it.

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Naberrie (there will be plenty of others, both OC and from the SW universe but they are the main characters)

Genre: Modern AU, College, Romance, Drama, Family, Adventure

Summary: Both twenty-one years old, Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Naberrie are students at Boston University, and they couldn't be anymore different, even if they tried. Padmé Naberrie is a political science major with her eyes set on being a lawyer, and Anakin Skywalker is a mechanical engineering major and star college hockey forward and captain with his eyes set on becoming a professional hockey player in the NHL. Both want completely different things, but they say that opposites attract, right?

Author's Note: This is a modern college AU, at least it will start that way but I'm going to flesh it out well beyond that. This is also an Anidala story and I hope you enjoy it! This will be in the first person, present tense pov shifting between Padmé and Anakin between chapters.

Before the story, I want to give a shout out to my beta, who wishes to remain anonymous. Thanks for all of your help! You're awesome!

The Goal: Chapter 1

Padmé Naberrie

I hate being late. Seriously. I do.

I especially hate being late to the first day of class for the new fall semester, but it couldn't be helped. I wish I had a good excuse for it, some good reason like car trouble or that I got lost around campus, but I drive a Vespa Moped in the warmer months, and I'm a senior. I know my way around campus. So, neither excuse will work today.

Bummer.

The truth is that I was waiting in line at the coffee shop because I can't go to my first class without iced coffee, and apparently many other students are in the same boat, because all I saw was wall to wall Boston University shirts and hats. Perfect, just perfect.

So, here I am, finally waltzing into class, trying to be suave about it, with the professor's annoyed, narrowed eyes on me and me not paying her any mind, as I sneak to the back of the room and take a seat at the desk in the far back corner.

I'm a little relieved when nobody else in class bothers to even look my way. Whew! I lower my bag to the floor, set my iced coffee on my desktop, pull out my reading glasses and place them on my nose, and pull out my laptop and start it up, as the professor takes introductory roll call, and apparently she wants us to announce our year, major and something about us that most people wouldn't know... or something along those lines.

Fine. I can do that. I continue typing away on my laptop, getting ready to take notes when I hear my name called.

"Padme Naberrie."

Professor Yu says my name and glances around the class expectantly, and I raise my hand, earning a frown from her. "Senior, Political Science, and...I like to bake." The Professor nods her head and moves on down her list as I sag down into my hard metal seat. I frown and shake my head at myself. "Shit. That was fucking brilliant," I mutter to myself.

Really Padmé? I scold myself. Bake? Is that the best you can do?

"Anakin Skywalker."

As the professor calls out the most well known name on campus, a deep husky baritone voice answers her and washes over me like warm honey on a crisp cool day, and my head turns to my left in shock to face the owner of that sexy voice, and all the other heads in class turn, too. I didn't even notice him when I sat down. But, I sure notice him now. "Senior, Mechanical Engineering, and outside of hockey, I like to go hiking. It helps clear my head and gets me in the zone."

The mention of hockey instantly reminds me of just who he is. I may not be a fan of the sport, or most sports for that matter (though I do love swimming and other water sports), but its hard not to know the stars of the school's hockey team, and he is the biggest one of all. Anakin Skywalker, the Terriers Captain. Beautiful voice or not, I'm not interested in ever getting together with a hockey player - or any athletic player of any kind, for that matter. I see how they are around campus, a different girl almost daily attached to their arm, and I prefer not becoming just another one of their conquests, thank you very much.

I have too much self respect for that.

With roll call over, the professor begins class, and I start typing in notes here and there. But, a warm tingly feeling works its way down my spine, like I'm being watched, and I can't help but peer to my left where it seems to radiate from. And, sure enough, I find the culprit. Anakin Skywalker is leaning back in his chair, completely ignoring the lecture, one elbow propped on the desk, his hand rubbing his chin, and he is unabashedly staring right at me, his eyes sweeping me slowly...ever so slowly from head to toe, with a half smile on his gorgeous face. I feel my eyes widen slightly, and I swallow, hard, and I am shocked to feel butterflies in my stomach! My pulse is starting to pound, and I notice my breath comes a bit faster...Well, not just because he's giving me the look-see, but I'm woman enough to admit it...He may be a player and totally off-limits as far as I am concerned, but that doesn't mean I can't look at a fine specimen of manhood.

And a fine specimen he is.

He is hot, like insanely hot, maybe the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. He's big, too, massive really...maybe around six feet two (making me feel...surprisingly even more dainty and feminine), and he definitely works out, that much is a given though since he's a hockey player. His muscular forearms are tanned, the veins popping out of his golden sun kissed skin, and I have the sudden urge to trace his veins with my fingers. Using my eyes instead, I follow them up to his biceps, and oh lord, I probably couldn't wrap both my hands fully around them, and that is without him flexing his huge muscles. They even look like they're going to rip his short sleeve Terriers shirt with the way his sleeves are stretched to the maximum, one more little centimeter or a simple flex of his muscles, and I'm sure his sleeves would rip and if that thought doesn't turn me on...

Get a hold of yourself, Girlfriend.

My eyes though refuse to listen to my brain, and they dip south instead to look at his faded jeans, and the way they caress his big muscular thighs looking like they're about a size too small with how big his thighs are. With how big he is, I am surprised he can move as gracefully as he can, but being a hockey player like he is, I am sure coordination is something he learned to master long ago. He owns his flawless skin and is clearly comfortable in it.

Oh yeah, he's a hunk, and what's more...He knows it.

The professor keeps droning on about something...Uh, what class is this again? It's starting to feel like Anakin Skywalker 101 instead of...whatever it was supposed to be.

My eyes continue to take in his profile working their way up to the face that is literally the recruitment poster for the school and that face... is still staring at me. His expression is amused, one of his dark golden eyebrows are raised, his sky blue eyes lock onto my own dark brown ones, and they're laughing at me in a you're busted kind of way, and suddenly I dart my eyes back to the safety of my laptop screen and take a deep breath to try and slow down my racing pulse. It feels like I just ran a marathon, my palms are sweaty, sweat is trickling down my back and beading out on my forehead and my heart is beating so fast that it feels like it's trying to break out of my rib cage.

I've never felt like this before, and I mentally scold my body for betraying me in such a way. He's a player, on and off the ice. He's always with a new girl, and they tend not to last very long. Honestly, he goes through women like babies go through diapers it seems like. He may look like an Ancient Greek god- oh yeah, that's what this class is! Ancient Greek History!-but he's the devil incarnate, luring in unsuspecting females with his warm honeyed voice, beautiful golden hair, cerulean blue eyes, and gorgeously tanned muscular body, making their bodies betray them like mine is doing to me now.

So not fair.

But, damn if it doesn't feel right. I cannot tell a lie. Sure, I would like to experience a night with him, just one and done. No attachments and no heart break. One good fuck and then walk away. His...skills in bed are well known around campus, dare I say 'legendary?' More than once, I've overheard him referred to as a sex god by some swooning females who have obviously experienced those skills firsthand, and that doesn't surprise me one bit with a body like his. He is the epitome of raw virile manhood, and he fully owns it, and he isn't afraid to flaunt what he has, and if I were him, I wouldn't be afraid too either.

Still not fair, though.

However, there is one big problem with that and that is...Well, I am still a virgin, and I wouldn't want to lose my virginity like that, y'know...just another conquest. Yeah, he may be an Ancient Greek god reincarnate, like Ares, but that is a price that is a little too high for me, and I'm not willing to just hand it over for one simple meaningless hookup.

Oh, it may be one to remember for sure, but you only get one V-card in your life, and I'm saving mine for the first guy who I feel earns it, for the man I really love. No, I'm not intentionally waiting for marriage to lose it or anything like that, (although, if that ends up being the case, so be it), but I want it to be memorable and mind-blowing, two things I'm sure he can give me, but I also want it to be special...not just an act of the flesh, but more so an act of the heart. Me giving something I can only give once to a man I'm deeply in love with...and who I know loves me just as deeply in return who will respect and honor such a gift. But, like I said, I'm not looking to be one of his trophy conquests, just another notch on his belt, so to speak, and I'm not the hook up kind of girl, even if it might make life easier, because I'm not here looking for love either.

The professor finally ends class about ten minutes early, and I save my notes and close my laptop putting it back in my bag, take off my glasses and put them up in my bag as well, and stand up...to smack right into a solid wall. Ouch!

A solid wall of man.

A solid wall of big muscular man.

A solid wall of Anakin Skywalker.

I don't have to look up to know its him. We both must've stood at the same time, and he is easily the biggest guy in this class. Walking into him though felt like walking into a Mack truck, it literally knocked my breath out of me. His hands grip my arms to steady me, his big muscular calloused hands, yet so tender on me like he is aware of our immense size difference and doesn't want to accidentally hurt me.

Is that an electric shock I feel racing up my arms from where his skin touches mine?!

Finally deciding to look up at him, our gazes meet and his once sky blue eyes are now a dark and stormy blue that burn into mine. We're close enough for me to see the faint golden stubble along his strong chin and glints of the golden sun shining off his dark blonde hair. He wears it cut short, and thick clusters of it spike up in the front and along the top. One side is a bit flattened like he just rolled out of bed and came straight here, but I know that isn't true because he smells fantastic- like pine trees and crisp, clean, fall air. It makes me wonder if he was going for one of his hikes to clear his head before coming here. The smell makes me want to lean in even closer to him and get another whiff of it, but I manage to get a hold of myself and hold his steady but penetrating gaze which makes me feel like he's reading my mind or something.

Boy, that would be embarrassing.

It feels like hours fly by, both of us just standing here in awkward silence, but surprisingly, it doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. He makes me feel like we've known each other all our lives, and we never even laid eyes on each other before this class. That's a...strange (but not unpleasant) sensation.

Finally, he talks, his warm honeyed baritone making me want to hear him talk all day, but his words throw a wrench in that.

"Are you done checking out my chest?" He waggles his eyebrows, clearly enjoying himself immensely at my expense. "I know it's sexy as hell, I mean it is me we're talking about, but I got another class to get to."

My face must be on fire, I can feel my cheeks burning. As my blush heats up before him, the jerk has the utter nerve to grin and to wink at me! Asshole. My heart thumps-thumps against my rib cage trying to make an escape, my legs feel like jelly underneath me wishing there was a trap door below me that would open and swallow me whole.

It would, at least, be far less embarrassing than this.

Making a decision, I smoothly step to the left, closer to the wall to allow him freedom of movement- freedom of movement of which I hope he uses to get as far away from me as humanly possible.

"I'm looking forward to round two on Thursday, Miss Naberrie." He winks again at me, as he makes his way down the row of desks towards the door. I don't move, and he doesn't turn around as he leave with a challenge thrown back over his shoulder. "I'm kinda disappointed you caved so soon. I thought you'd provide a challenge, I guess I thought wrong." And, with his gauntlet thrown down, he practically sashays out the door, all swagger and bravado.

What a total shithead!

A challenge? Oh really? He wants a challenge, huh? Someone who will put his arrogant ass back in place? I'm not sure I could do that. I mean never in my life had I been rendered speechless. Until now. This is a first for me, and I definitely don't like it.

Stop lying to yourself, you love it.

No, I don't. My subconscious may think otherwise, but he just proved how much of a player and an ass he really is. How many other women did he flirt with this morning? How many other women did he challenge like that? He's an athlete, a competitor. Everything is a game to him. And, if he thinks I'm a pushover like all of his other conquests... that I'm so easy to win over, well... he's got another thing coming.

Challenge accepted, Skywalker.

This may be a game to him.

But, not to me... and he's going to find that out real quick.

Author's Note: I've always been a fan of modern AU's, especially when they're Anidala stories and taking place in college. This is my take on a modern Anidala college AU and I hope you enjoyed it.

Anakin's chapter will be next and will run concurrent with this chapter. We'll see what he thinks and feels about Padmé. We'll also be introduced to an OC who will be a pretty big character going forward as Anakin's best friend, teammate and roommate.

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