Modern, college AU! Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Naberrie are students at Boston University. Both twenty-one years old. Padmé Naberrie is a political science major and Anakin Skywalker is a mechanical engineering major and star college hockey forward and captain of Terriers, with his eyes set on becoming an NHL hockey player. Padmè's wish is to be attorney.

With folowing chapters I continue the story *The Goal* author: joeyf3271
For a better understanding, I recommend reading this story first

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The Goal , Chapter 2 (9)

Padmé Naberrie

Since yesterday noon, to be exactely, since I left the parking lot at the senior center, the BU's legendary playboy hasn't wanted to leave my mind. I had two classes at afternoon and was not able to concentrate. Dammit! What actually happened? Well, first of all, his presence in the senior center practically knocked me out, then my mother's lecture about my behavior and finally his completely changed behavior, not that I complain about it, I was just surprised, pleasantly surprised that he can behave this way at all. No sign of smug and arrogant womanizer, just a friendly nice guy. I could get used to it, oh God, what if he tries a new tactic to make me fall ... or if he was just acting like that because of our mothers, huh? When he said goodbye to me when he followed me to my car, he was also very kind. Funny. If I could find out. I will, definitely. I am not so easy to be fooled. In any case, we will meet again today and I am curious whether he will herald the third round today, as announced last Thursday, or whether one strange transformation has taken place. I am ready anyway. If he behaves like an ass, I'll draw an adecvate weapon and incapacitate him. I can do it, it worked on Thursday. And then I won't waste any more thoughts on him, the hell with his gorgeous look…. but what if he keeps coming back so nice as yesterday afternoon? It will be a challenge! Then I can't treat him like the piece of shit that he is. Oh, but now! Scolds my conscience. Even that would be below my level. That's right, I don't do that, I stay cool and matter-of-fact. I can't even think of my mother's words. She may be right on many points relating to Anakin, but when I imagine how many girls he has had sex with, I feel sick. Jealous? This voice in my head is loud again. Nonsense! Why should I be jealous? It is a feeling that you develop when the person you love cheats on you or…. Oh ! Am I ready to develop this feeling? No, I do not ! I'm not interested in him, he is an athlete, a beautiful one, a wonderful one, yes the most beautiful one I've ever seen, but still an athlete. So taboo for me, I swore it to myself. How about: why do I care about my babble of yesterday! You want him, admit it. No, there is nothing to admit except that he looks devilishly good ... damn it ... those sky-blue eyes, I could lose myself in them, his nose so flawless, his lips, oh god…. to touch those with my own. His sandy blonde hair in which I want to entangle my fingers, his hands that have held me so tenderly, his whole athletic body so perfect, just perfect and I want to feel him on mine ….. and already I feel a little excited ... oh God?! Daydream my girlfriend. You want him, admit it. What is so bad about it? You're a woman. Well, not quite. In fact, I'm still a girl, still a virgin ... at twenty-one ! That should change slowly… ..but I have not found yet a man like that to whom I would give my V-card. And what about Anakin? He might deserve a unique gift like this, give him a chance. Not him! He bedded hundreds of women, and he is even proud of, ugh! What am I actually looking for? For a man who is just virgin like me? I will definitely not find such one. Men live out their sexuality earlier than women and spread their seeds far and wide, whereby we women tend to try to keep the best man for ourselves…. even today, in our modern world, we carry with us these deeply rooted instincts of our evolution.

All of these reflections are spinning like a carousel in my head and I don't have a solid strategy for our ten-ten meeting today. If I said I'm not nervous, I would be lying. If he behaves like yesterday it will be difficult for me to keep him on distance and I know that he don't want to be kept on distance. I take it as it comes, he won't push me down. I'm better.

Only in pajamas I slowly walk out of my room into the kitchen, and find Sabé and Dormé at breakfast. Like every morning, tea and cream cheese-salmon bagle for Sabé and Eggo waffles with coffee for Dormé. How can they always eat the same thing?

"Good morning" I stride tiredly and yawn

"Good morning Padmé. Had nice dreams …..of the super star hot forward and captain of BU hockey team? You didn't tell us how your meeting on Thursday went and today you'll meet him again "

"You both have been busy with your own conquests since Thursday, I couldn't get the word right and at the weekend I was with my parents, you know that."

"Well then let's get started. We want to hear every little detail. "

I take a cup of fruit yogurt from the refrigerator, open it, take the spoon, sit down to my friends and start as if the Thursday-story wasn't anything special, but it was. It was my little victory.

"I hurried up on Thursday morning to be there before him. When he came he was surprised and immediately started flirting; if I like my pastries…. and whether I can still see something that I would like to eat in addition…. offers me a little more taste, the idiot and when I tell him that I will resist it, the asshole offers me the -one-time- enjoyment. Then I lured him over with my finger and he followed like a dog, and then I told him I wouldn't if my life depended on it, Slap Shot. He was beaten, I can tell you. You should have seen this face. He could only say softly Touche Padmé…. to be fair. Of course he couldn't give up, he thinks he's the greatest. After the class he caught up with me in the hall and said he was looking forward to the third round on Tuesday, I had increased my stake and he don't like to lose. That encounter in the hall was kind of ... electrifying. I thought this game was fun... but ... "
I shake my head.

"WOW Padme, you sound euphoric, you don't care Missy, but why you say, you thought and not you think that the game is fun? What has changed ?"

"Everything changed yesterday "

I say and wait to see if they are interested to hear what, and of course they are.

"Welll ? Tell us"

Dormé consists, the two of them sit there and are all ears.

"So…. you know I have lunch with Mom every Monday. Yesterday I went to the senior center as usual, couldn't find Mom straight away and when I found her she was in a conversation with no other than Anakin Skywalker. There was also an elderly nurse who I have known for a long time and whom I appreciate very much. It turned out that this woman is Anakin's Mother. My first reaction to his presence was quite unkind and my mother was accordingly angry with me, what she immediately let me know. What was even more shocking to me was to find out that we all together go out for lunch. Before we all went to Anakin Mother's car, my mother grabbed my forearm and dragged me into her office on the excuse of fetching her bag; I had to listen to the whole lecture about my bad behavior, which was actually not the worst . I told her about Anakin's reputation and about his efforts to flirt with me and my reasons why I don't want that and I had to hear that she only spoke highly about him, even defended him and his actions. I had to promise to behave, you know how my mother is when she's serious. Oh boy, I felt like a school girl. When we got to this bistro he held the door and behaved like a gentleman the whole time, no trace of arrogance or other manners like him. He was just nice companion, asked me various things about further studies or fellow students, he even paid for our lunch. I don't know how to deal with it now. When we parted my mother asked me to be kind to him and give him a chance as a friend ... whatever that may be. She has known him for a long time and obviously thinks much of him. Do you have any idea what might have happened to him, what caused this 180 degree rotation? And I don't think he did it because of our mothers, he accompanied me to the car and was just as nice. I am confused at and helpless. How should I queue up if he keeps playing so nicely? "

"Huh Missy, that's a lot to think about. Thursday was a typical Skywalker turn-on but something made him to think. If he has changed his behavior so fundamentally, very likely your reaction to his flirting, he is not used to being rejected by girls. He is smart, successful and handsome, the girls fall over when they just look at him and then comes one Padmé Naberrie and don't want to know anything about him. That is a typical reaction *now more than ever*. You are also a very intelligent and beautiful young woman and he also has eyes in his head Padmé. I am not surprised at his interest. Did you notice his stuttering or sweating? " asks Dormé at the end.

"Actually he sweated a little on Thursday when I called him over with my finger and then yesterday he seemed jealous for a moment when I was talking about Brent. Why is that relevant? "I don't think so.

"These are small signs of feelings Padmé. Keep watching him and you will see. You have the opportunity today. "

"Do you still have some useful advice for me, girlfriend?" I grin at her "... you are the one with the most experience here. "

"Be nice to him and better not let him escape, and if he's not just interested in a quick fuck, but in you as a person, then you've found the man for life Padmé"

"Not me" I stubbornly deny ... he is an athlete, I don't need that."

I tell my friends and think how much I would like to have him ... for life, for all of life. Ah yes, there we are, ha! That little voice is laughing at me again. Yes, I would like to have him, but that doesn't mean that I just lie down and spread my legs for this Philanderer. I'll find out if he's just interested in a quick fuck or if he's really able to get involved. I am not interested in a quick number.

OK. I tell myself take the last spoon of yogurt out of my mug. Everyone has to tidy up their things after meal, that's how I do it and I'm on my way. I take my robe first and go to the bathroom. I first take care of my business, then I brush my teeth, extra thoroughly, shower and wash my hair. I brush them out and dry . It is a lot of work when you have long hair and lots of nature. Today I'll leave it open, I'll only pull it up sideways. A little makeup wouldn't hurt. Then I go to my room, take clean underwear and socks out of the drawer and put them on. What should I wear today is the question of the day? Something special for Anakin. "Shut up" I talk to myself. OK. so something nice and I grin at myself. This pink blouse that I rarely wear and my favorite piece, a light summer cashmere pullover with V-neck, dark jeans and my Tod's Loafers W80 with white sole that I got from my parents for my birthday, fine. My watch and diamond stud earrings, a one splashes, or two or three from my perfume *Coach* and a look in the big mirror *mirror mirror on the wall* What does it say ? TOP! Still my bag with a Mac. Cell phone, car keys, everything there, so then.

I leave my room, say goodbye to my friends with a "bye" and go to the door.

"Don't forget what I told you Padmé" said Dormé and Sabé say bye with a wave because her mouth is full.

Third round, off to the fight ... or not maybe ?

When I arrive the parking lot, I unlock my Toyota Prius, get in, put my bag on the passenger seat, insert the ignition key, start the engine and drive towards BU. I can get to the student parking lot in record time and find one right away. When I arrive at the building where the class is taking place I open the door to the lobby and go straight to the coffee bar to get an iced coffee. I can't start the day without it. I pay and go straight on, up to the classroom. It is not very busy at the moment, nearly all seats free, but I walk to the same table that I have had twice. If he's late I'll put my bag on his chair as a placeholder. Should I do that? No matter? He would definitely think that I really want to have him next to me. And that's exactly what I want. You want to see him and smell him and touch him and…. "Shut up!" ... and yes, so it is. The thought of butterflies in my stomach again or even more. Oh god, what's wrong with me? Pull yourself together, Padmé, stay cool. I am not cool, that's the problem. I take my Mac out of my bag, put it on the table and the iced coffee on the right side. I put on my reading glasses and call up the notes from the last lesson. As soon as the file is opened, this honey-baritone voice hits me from behind like a bolt of lightning:

"Good morning Padmé"

I turn left to his table and see him fall into the chair. The most handsome man of all men. He looks stunning again; These faded jeans and matching jacket, it couldn't be better. He obviously likes his oxford shoes, knows exactly what suits him. His Ralph Lauren polo shirt in royal blue makes his eyes even more expressive and I force myself not to pass out and I smile a little:

"Good morning Anakin"

….and would like to say something completely different…. or do I'd better turn away from him, I can't breathe.

He clears his throat and I hear him say:

"Yesterday I was thinking about our unexpected meeting and lunch with our mothers for the whole time. It was very pleasant … and I had feeling our mothers enjoyed it too… .. "

I look at him with raised eyebrows, at first I don't say anything

"…. and I thought …. we could repeat that ... what do you think about that Padmé? "

I'm so surprised that I can't give an answer, but then I think there's nothing wrong, our mothers would be there and I wanted to find out something, so dealing with him more often is only an advantage, so I can safely agree:

" Yes why not…. Yes"

"Maybe like …. once a month? "

That sounds rational to me, I can agree with that too. I look him straight in the eyes that sparkle with joy

"Yes, that would work"

He's slowly getting bolder:

"Great, then every first Monday of the month?"

….and looks me in the eye. If he keeps looking at me like that, I start to stutter, what a feeling. I'd better turn to my Mac. I do that and mumble:

"Mhhhm, it is OK."

Then he continues: "... ... or is another day perhaps better? My agenda is pretty full, how about you? "

It sounds so cool and I try to look calm with my last bit of strength. I call up my agenda and report how it is with me:

"I have only Thursday afternoon free, but that is irrelevant."

"Interesting Padmé… ..!" he says

I turn to him questioningly, my eyebrows raised

"... ..I have also only Thursday afternoon free ... .. maybe, maybe, uh ... maybe we could ... have a coffee together ... somewhere in DownTown ... far away from campus ? "

What? I open my eyes wide, my jaw almost drops to the floor, I can barely breathe, my face is probably red like a lobster. Does he want to go out with me? Oh my God! He tries, of course…. to get me. He's an athlete, remember? Yes, almost and I would like to, but no, I' don't make it easy for him. No.

"Anakin I….."

"Padmé" he says very softly

"... I can, ... I don't really want to ..." oh yes, that's when I start to stutter, it's not me

I see how tense he is and almost pleadingly says:

"Padmé, say yes…. please "

I look at him and I want to say yes, I want him so badly and I don't want him, not the way I think he wants me. How do I know for sure that he wants me that way. No I do not know that. Do you see! Find it out. That voice in my head again. Should I really?

"OK. … but it's not a date! "

I finally decide to say and see how he force himself not to jump up from the chair for sheer joy and tries to sound really cool:

"OK. , no date "

Obviously he's happy with his advance, he's taking notes, so am I. I can't resist throwing a nervous look in his direction, just seeing his beautiful face and am rewarded with a sweet smile. Butterflies in my stomach again and if it feels so nice I'll look again later and get a smile again. If this continues, there will be no productive day today. You caught fire, admit it.

Professor Yu releases us a few minutes earlier and I save the data, pack my things, he does the same as I see. I get up and stop, maybe he has something else to say. He also gets up and he so close, I can smell him clearly, a wonderful scent of his male body mixed with his cologne makes my knees weak and my heart racing. We look each other in the eye and this electricity between us….is flowing… there is something between us, his eyes are darkening, I'm sure he feels it too.

He decides to speak first:

"See you here on Thursday Padmé, and then we can decide where to meet to go to Down Town and where we can have the coffee. Now you definitely have another class that you have to attend ... just like me and later I'll have practice again. Have a nice day Padmé "

"Yes, you too."

I smile at him, he grins like a teenager, maybe we both feel that way. We stand for a little while as if neither of us wants to go any further and then he walks to the side, pointing with his hand

"You first Padmé"

I nod as thank and walk past him. By chance I touch him with my shoulder and feel the touch like a thousand wolt. I leave the classroom and stop if I forgot something on the table, I'm so mess today ... no wonder when Adonis is sitting next to me. He also stops behind me. I see two girls from the right side comming to him, whom he obviously knows, grab him by the upper arms and try to pull him away.

"Come on Skywalker, you have something to explain. Where were you last night ?"

He loosens her grip and answers politely:

"I'm sorry ladies, don't you see that I'm talking with someone? ... .. and I also have a class that I have to attend, I'm already late"

The two look at me as if I am some kind of indefinable gender, the Skywalker is talking to me…. WOW, probably unusual for them..

"Well then Skywalker, maybe until this evening and don't try to evade the demand," says one of the two and winks at him.

I just watch at him in amused and ask:

"Do you feel like that all the time or are these just campus rumors?"

"Unfortunately, I rarely have privacy Padmé, I hope you won't mind…. when we go for a coffee, in a case someone sees us together and speaks to me like that.

"No, why should I ? We're not a couple "

….the smile disappears from his face.

"See you on Thursday Padmé" he winks at me

"See you on Thursday Anakin"

I curl my lips up and can only shake my head, but I still like it. He can't help but obviously wants to be more than a friend, but I want that too…..or ist that bad?

For today it was all here and the day after tomorrow is the day I want to start to find out whether Anakin can change, whether my mother is right or he is the way he is.

I could be shipwrecked again, that's clear, but if I'm still so afraid of dates or relationships, I could become a nun right away.

After two more lessons and a break in between, I go home to study. I need an iron will to concentrate, the distraction Mr. Beautiful is huge. I used to meet up with friends and found time to go out and wasn't as paralyzed as I am now. It's definitely a different kind of feeling that I've never had before. It's not just butterflies in my stomach, it's a lot more, it's almost a pain in my stomach when he's around. Dammit. What is happening with me? You're burning, admit it. OK., OK. , YES I admit, I want him, but not today and not tomorrow, maybe soon and maybe later and he has to earn me.

But now I really have to learn, GPA for Harvard Low is 4.55, I have to get there, remember? After three hours I decide something to eat, go into the kitchen and find Sabé and Dormé discussing something. Guess what. You guessed it: sex. I will of course be asked for the update of the day. I can't find anything eatable in the fridge, so I grab an apple from the fruit bowl, and later I'll take a muesli bar.

"Spill it girlfriend." Says Dormé "... how was the Casanova today? "

I'll have to tell, but definitely not everything, I mean, I'm not going to say that I have a no-date with Anakin Skywalker on Thursday afternoon. I won't tell anyone for the time being. It could go wrong and I don't want to be pityed.

"You can't immagine he was still like a changed man today, was nice and courteous ... and he looked stunning ... if you will, yes, I have eyes in my head too "

I laugh really loud, my friends are amused by my last words and seem to be satisfied with me. If they could know!

"What do you think what he intends?"

"There are only two options: he wants to get you on this soft tour or he has really serious intentions ...but not easy to believe for a playboy as he is " says Dormé very seriously and she is right.

"Oh, Dormé,…. he stuttered today. Should I think something about that? "

"Oh, that's a gooood sign Missy ... .. it could be something serious"

"I'll see him again on Thursday and will continue to observe and analyze him", I laugh and so do both of them.

I'll take a very close look at him on Thursday , but they don't know that and that's how it will stay for the time being.

I still eat the Müssli bar and hear the conversation between the two, only marginally, my thoughts wander to the handsome man who is spreading more and more in my head, who is always in the foreground of my mind and that is not healthy .

I wish my friends good night and leave the kitchen in the direction of the bathroom to brush my teeth. Then I go to my room, tidy up the desk, prepare everything I need for tomorrow, put my things on the chair, put on my nightgown and go to bed.

If I stretched out my hand I could reach him, I can see him so clearly in front of me ... he would put his arms around me and ... stop fantasizing, that won't happen, he's a womanizer, leave it, he just want a quick fuck from you. I scold myself and then my subconscious reports again ... and that's exactly what you want, a fuck, or two or three ... admit it ... yes, I admit it. With both hands between my thighs and this strange feeling in my stomach, I will eventually fall asleep. Thursday can't come fast enough.