A/N: This chapter gave me flashbacks to my old classes... minus the sexiness?

"Well done." Luke Skywalker praised his young students after their duel had ended with a small round of applauds. "That was an excellent fight. I'm very proud of you. Next up... Rey you will be dueling the winner."

This was the girl that had won the attention of his nephew he noted. It was a tricky situation that he knew needed to be avoided. He knew that he could not allow his nephew to fall into the exact same footsteps that his father had. It worried him that was what seemed to be taking place, but he had high hopes that his nephew could overcome this darkside temptation with enough meditation and practice.

Luke was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed Rey down her opponent and the padawan was forced to put his hands up in surrender. Yes, she showed the most potential out of all his students. She may be the one he could leave the school to when his time came. Once he might have considered Ben, but he had too hot of a temper. Too much boiling rage and anger beneath the suffice. Too much frustration.

"Well done, Rey." He casually glanced among the students that sat around the arena awaiting their turn. Luke considered excluding him, but he knew he must force his nephew to defeat this darkness inside of him. "Ben... you're up."

There was a hesitant expression on Ben's face as he eyed Rey wearily. He did not want to do this at all. Not because he had qualms about fighting her, but rather because he could not stand the thought that he might accidentally make contact with her. There was little choice now as he moved to stand opposite of her.

"Begin."

Both drew up their practice sabers in their own personalized stances. The dull yellow would only give a shock to the unfortunate padawan that got on the wrong end of it. The match started intensely as it always did when these two fought, sabers clashing with all the force that they could muster. Ben was aggressive and powerful. Had it been anyone other than Rey battling him Luke suspected that they would have lost already. He was twice her size and yet Rey was nimble enough to get away before he could do damage. She made him exert himself, but at the same time she brought herself too close to the edge.

"Stop turning your back on me..." He warned as he backed her up further. "If it were a real fight I'd have stabbed you when you turned away and been done with it."

"If this were a real fight you'd be on the ground bleeding." She shot back. The blades clashed with another spark and Ben made a hard push to the edge of the mats because he knew if he could push her out of bounds he would be the winner.

Rey would have none of it, though she struggled with him practically straddling her she managed to step aside and he almost fell out himself, but caught himself and turned to try and defend himself, but the practice blade nicked him and gave him a painful jolt. That only spurred him on. Made him more aggressive. That was his mistake. Rey struck him in the leg, numbed it so badly he could hardly stand. He lashed out like a wounded animal at her and it only cost him another jab to the left shoulder. The next strike he raised his blade to defend himself and Rey kicked him straight in the stomach, sending him right back down.

He glanced up at her from his spot on the ground and licked his lips briefly before he forced himself up and rushed her to grab a hold of her wrist and keep her saber at bay and somehow or another they ended up closely pressed against one another. She struggled against him, tried to squirm her way out of it, but it was a stalemate.

She noticed the warmth of his harsh breathing against her cheek before she noticed the way his body was pressing into her side. The two of them weren't particularly close and they didn't talk much, but for some reason there was something about the feel of him against her that she couldn't exactly explain. He wasn't even fighting anymore, just leaning against her.

That was when she noticed something was off, felt something pressed against her side and she frowned at him.

"Really? You can't beat me with one so you bring an extra lightsaber?" She questioned quietly enough that only he could hear.

His face fell as he quickly glanced down between them. That was her chance. She used his strength against him and drew her hand down along with his to strike his own saber from his hand and knock him back with a quick strike to the face.

A little too hard. He fell back onto the mats with a broken nose that gushed blood. She was caught up in the heat of the moment, but seeing him now made her immediate feel bad for having hit him so hard. Though as she looked over him she didn't see a second lightsaber. He must have hidden it in his robes. The sneaky cheater.

"Congratulations Rey." Luke praised her while Ben scrambled up onto his feet before anything could be done about his face and left the room altogether.

It had to be the most embarrassing moment he had ever faced in all his life. She had almost discovered him. He was so very grateful that she had only thought he brought another lightsaber along and was ignorant to the truth. It was a single mercy in this misery. And not only that, but his shame that he had enjoyed that fight far more than he should. That he had liked the pain was brought up in his mind as well. Yes. He deserved every second of that pain. He should have had more of it, but even that didn't even make the feelings go away. It made it worse if anything. Disgusting. He was a disgusting creature.

He was cursed. The shadow was surrounding him, getting darker and darker. Once he was in the safety of his own room he dropped onto his knees and held his head in his hand. He was not the sort that acted like this. He was supposed to be a man and yet despite all this the absolute shame that he felt overtook him and he felt the warm tears start to spill over as his breathing came out in ragged sobs. This guilt was eating him alive. He knew it would be yet another sleepless night.