Chap 8: Troubles
"I don't know anything," he said, keeping his eyes straight, not looking nervous at all.
"You are lying," Anakin said quickly, knowing he was.
"No, I promise. I don't know," Owen said.
"Fine, but I will find out from someone else," said Anakin, still knowing that Owen was lying.
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"He said he doesn't know anything, but I know he does, I just don't feel like squeezing it out of him right now. I feel like something bad is coming. I can just feel it through the Force, but I don't know what," Anakin said.
"Don't worry, it'll be alright," Bail said.
Over a while, Bail and Anakin had become even better friends, with this team on the secret thing. Just then, Dormè came up, and Sabè, Cordè, and Mon Mothma followed behind her.
"Come here," Dormè said, and Anakin sensed nervousness in her voice.
Anakin simply nodded, got up from the table, and followed.
"Ummm, well, uh, we need to tell you something," Mon said.
Anakin then realized how the tingle in the Force became a throb, and also noticed that all four of these were Padmè's friends. He felt Padmè's presence in the Force, so it could only be one thing...
"Padmè wants to break up with you," Cordè said.
Anakin's left food stumbled as he tried to back up one step. He leaned against the wall. This couldn't be happening. Anakin regained his stature.
"We don't know why," Mon said, seeming to read Anakin's mind as he repeated the same question in his head over and over.
Anakin had to practically limp to get back to the table he was talking to his friends with. He dreaded the next period, when he had to sit by her. What would he say? What would SHE say? He had to hold on to the rail as he went up the stairs. He sat down in Geography class, as Padmè sat next to him. She was intently interested in the lesson, and was leaning forward to get a better look at the slide.
Anakin couldn't keep listening to the lesson with what had happened. He was relieved when the halfway through bell rang, which only rang in Geography, signaling lunchtime.
Anakin ran out of the classroom, and ran down stairs. After getting his lunch, he sat with Owen, Kitster, Jake, Bail, Wedge, and Obi-Wan.
"Owen, that's it. I am not in a good mood today, and you will tell me that secret, or I will tell everyone in this university who you like, and I will not hold back," Anakin said glaring at Owen.
"OK, I will tell you, but only because you are no longer going out with Padmè anymore. The secret is that Dormè still liked Zak, and so did Padmè," Owen said.
Right when he finished the word "Padmè", Anakin leaned back in his chair, now sweating. He had completely broken down now. He should have known that it was something about her liking someone else. They told him they wouldn't tell him because it would hurt him, and also that it was about Padmè. He now concluded one thing. He would work as hard as he could to get her back.
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He was on his chest, at night, working out.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven," he counted off with every push up he did.
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," he finished.
He stood up. He walked over and sat down to meditate, which he did for two hours. After he got out of the trans-like state, he pulled his lightsaber to him with the Force. He ignited and a bright blue blade shone in front of the end of the handle. He twirled it around, and then went to the training room, and got out one of the strongest training droids. He activated it, and they went into action.
Anakin leapt away from the quick slash of the blade, and then did a cartwheel to dodge another quick swipe. He quickly rose his blade up to defend a strike, and twirled his blade again, and struck down to get the offense. He quickly built up that one strike into a combo, and started to advance on the droid.
He reversed his grip on the blade as he put his right foot in front of his left, and then twirled his body around, tossing the elegant weapon to his left hand, as he disarmed the droid.
He deactivated his lightsaber, and clipped it to his belt. Then he went to the workout room, and got to the bench presser. He put a fifty pound weight on each side, and laid back on the cushion. He grabbed on to the bar, and slowly took it out of its hold, pushing it up. He started to count.
"One, two, three, four, five, six," he counted off.
He put the weight back in its hold after fifty, and decided to go to sleep now. He wished greatly that Padmè would take him back. He would star by asking her to the dance as a friend. Then, at the dance he would ask her to be his girlfriend again, and would only hope that she would say yes.
A/N: I know that a lot of you didn't want this to happen, but I want it to portray real life as much as possible, and in real life, people break up.
"I don't know anything," he said, keeping his eyes straight, not looking nervous at all.
"You are lying," Anakin said quickly, knowing he was.
"No, I promise. I don't know," Owen said.
"Fine, but I will find out from someone else," said Anakin, still knowing that Owen was lying.
*{[]}*
"He said he doesn't know anything, but I know he does, I just don't feel like squeezing it out of him right now. I feel like something bad is coming. I can just feel it through the Force, but I don't know what," Anakin said.
"Don't worry, it'll be alright," Bail said.
Over a while, Bail and Anakin had become even better friends, with this team on the secret thing. Just then, Dormè came up, and Sabè, Cordè, and Mon Mothma followed behind her.
"Come here," Dormè said, and Anakin sensed nervousness in her voice.
Anakin simply nodded, got up from the table, and followed.
"Ummm, well, uh, we need to tell you something," Mon said.
Anakin then realized how the tingle in the Force became a throb, and also noticed that all four of these were Padmè's friends. He felt Padmè's presence in the Force, so it could only be one thing...
"Padmè wants to break up with you," Cordè said.
Anakin's left food stumbled as he tried to back up one step. He leaned against the wall. This couldn't be happening. Anakin regained his stature.
"We don't know why," Mon said, seeming to read Anakin's mind as he repeated the same question in his head over and over.
Anakin had to practically limp to get back to the table he was talking to his friends with. He dreaded the next period, when he had to sit by her. What would he say? What would SHE say? He had to hold on to the rail as he went up the stairs. He sat down in Geography class, as Padmè sat next to him. She was intently interested in the lesson, and was leaning forward to get a better look at the slide.
Anakin couldn't keep listening to the lesson with what had happened. He was relieved when the halfway through bell rang, which only rang in Geography, signaling lunchtime.
Anakin ran out of the classroom, and ran down stairs. After getting his lunch, he sat with Owen, Kitster, Jake, Bail, Wedge, and Obi-Wan.
"Owen, that's it. I am not in a good mood today, and you will tell me that secret, or I will tell everyone in this university who you like, and I will not hold back," Anakin said glaring at Owen.
"OK, I will tell you, but only because you are no longer going out with Padmè anymore. The secret is that Dormè still liked Zak, and so did Padmè," Owen said.
Right when he finished the word "Padmè", Anakin leaned back in his chair, now sweating. He had completely broken down now. He should have known that it was something about her liking someone else. They told him they wouldn't tell him because it would hurt him, and also that it was about Padmè. He now concluded one thing. He would work as hard as he could to get her back.
*{[]}*
He was on his chest, at night, working out.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven," he counted off with every push up he did.
"Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," he finished.
He stood up. He walked over and sat down to meditate, which he did for two hours. After he got out of the trans-like state, he pulled his lightsaber to him with the Force. He ignited and a bright blue blade shone in front of the end of the handle. He twirled it around, and then went to the training room, and got out one of the strongest training droids. He activated it, and they went into action.
Anakin leapt away from the quick slash of the blade, and then did a cartwheel to dodge another quick swipe. He quickly rose his blade up to defend a strike, and twirled his blade again, and struck down to get the offense. He quickly built up that one strike into a combo, and started to advance on the droid.
He reversed his grip on the blade as he put his right foot in front of his left, and then twirled his body around, tossing the elegant weapon to his left hand, as he disarmed the droid.
He deactivated his lightsaber, and clipped it to his belt. Then he went to the workout room, and got to the bench presser. He put a fifty pound weight on each side, and laid back on the cushion. He grabbed on to the bar, and slowly took it out of its hold, pushing it up. He started to count.
"One, two, three, four, five, six," he counted off.
He put the weight back in its hold after fifty, and decided to go to sleep now. He wished greatly that Padmè would take him back. He would star by asking her to the dance as a friend. Then, at the dance he would ask her to be his girlfriend again, and would only hope that she would say yes.
A/N: I know that a lot of you didn't want this to happen, but I want it to portray real life as much as possible, and in real life, people break up.