Luke glared at the wall and wished that Tiv would let him talk to her. She had been avoiding him for days now. At first, he had accepted that, assuming that she would get over it eventually. After all, she couldn't keep this up forever.

But by now, he was beginning to doubt that. She took different routes to class, busied herself with schoolwork whenever he came near, glued herself to the side of people he hated, only went home when he was out sparring with his master or some other unavoidable activity, acted sick when their masters invited one another over for dinner, spent hours with Colac or otherwise away from the Temple, and even voluntarily went shopping with Padmé to avoid him. This was starting to get tedious.

It wasn't only him, either, although it mostly was. Ani and Boba were being avoided too. But not quite as much. Although Tiv seemed annoyed by them, and distanced herself, she didn't go into extensive trouble to stay away. That treatment was reserved for Luke.

And why was she avoiding him? Nothing seemed to shake her out of her avoidance. Not even the sudden appearance of Obi-Wan and Leia. Tiv knew that her three friends had the answers, and she might be able to get it out of them, especially Luke. But she had yet to ask any of them.

Right now, they were in one of the few classes they had together. Tiv was glaring at one wall, while Luke was glaring at the other. Earlier in the week, he had tried whispering or passing notes to his friend, but Tiv ignored him. Still, she couldn't avoid him forever. Luke decided to try again.

He quickly pulled out the appropriate instruments for writing a note, and began, well, writing a note.

C'mon, Tiv! Why are you avoiding me? Don't just ignore everyone, it's not healthy. You're not helping anything. Cut it out, okay?

No, don't ignore this. It's just childish, okay! Cut it out!

You betterrespond!

Luke.

He folded it up, and wrote on the front, To Tiv. Others please forward.

Good. Now his friend wouldn't suspect that the person sending it to her was sitting right next to her, as Luke was. That way, at least she'd open and maybe even read it. He hoped.

Luke poked Tiv in the shoulder. She ignored him. Oh, well, there was that slight obstacle. He sighed as if in resignation, and silently placed the note on her desk. Tiv didn't notice.

Now he had to do his best to turn around, watch the teacher, and pretend that he wasn't waiting on the edge of his proverbial seat for his friend to notice the note.

It was only a few minutes before he felt something poke his arm. Turning around, Luke saw Tiv holding the note out to him. "Cute trick," she whispered. "Don't do it again." She dropped the note onto his desk and returned to her stare-down with the wall.

But Luke had already been distracted by the sudden realization that his note was longer than when he had written it. Tiv had replied.

He opened it and began to read.

Luke, the note said.

Sorry I've been avoiding you and the other guys, okay? I've just been a little depressed lately, and things have been getting confusing. I'm sorry I can't explain better, it's complicated, okay?

I'm really sorry. It's nothing personal; I just have to work this out on my own. I promise I'll get back to you when I do.

I hope you understand.

Tiv.

Luke sat back in his chair, just as confused as his friend's note claimed she was. What was it that she couldn't tell them about? They were thirteen, how complicated could it be?

There were the normal troubles that people their age had, but if that was it, then why couldn't she tell him? They were friends, and they were probably both going through the same thing.

What's the matter? He wrote back. Why can't you tell me? I promise I won't laugh.

Tiv looked at the note for a moment, and then scribbled back a response. There was a slight moment of hesitation, and then she finished what she was writing and passed the note to him.

It's not you, okay. It's just… girl problems. I'll explain as soon as it's over.

The writing got slightly fainter as the note progressed, until the end was nearly unreadable.Luke glanced in surprise, both at the text, and the sudden lack of size. Tiv glared at her writing implement, and stood up to recharge it, leaving a very confused Luke in her wake. Girl problems? It was obvious that she wasn't referring to problems with girls, but what could she mean? He'd have to ask Padmé or Taun We.

A moment after he made that decision, a loud crash distracted him from whatever he had suddenly transferred to thinking about. Turning around, Luke saw Tiv sprawled on the floor a few feet away. Behind her was a girl who had been carrying her chair to a different spot in order to see. She was holding her chair seat-first in a manner that made it difficult not to trip over it.

"Oops, sorry," said the girl in mock concern, widening her eyes innocently. "I didn't mean to do that. Are you alright?"

Tiv stood up, glaring at the girl. It was obvious to anyone less oblivious than the teacher that the girl had done that on purpose. For a moment, Luke thought she was going to hit the other girl, but instead, she cracked a cheesy (and slightly scary) smile and said tensely, "Fine. I'm fine."

"Oh, that's good," the girl gushed, not to be outdone on the cheesiness scale. "For a moment there, I though I'd really hurt you. Wouldn't want that! I'd feel soooo guilty."

"It wasn't your fault," Tiv growled, still wearing the plastered smile on her face. "I should have been looking where I was going."

"Oh, no, I should have been!" exclaimed the other girl. Try as he might, Luke couldn't remember her name. "And I shouldn't have carried my chair that way, either! It was an accident waiting to happen."

"We all make mistakes," snarled Tiv. That awful, painful smile just wouldn't go away. "Jedi forgive and forget, right?"

Luke couldn't help but feel slightly proud of his friend. As annoying as these two were getting, the other girl certainly couldn't beat Tiv bringing the Code into this conversation. Then again, she had been doing well earlier…

But they never had a chance to find out, because at that moment, the teacher interrupted. "Alright, girls," she said calmly. "Let's sit down now." Turning to the other girl, she added, "I'm sure you didn't mean to trip Tiv, and Tiv seems to understand that very well."

The girl bowed, first at the teacher, then at Tiv. "And we're all glad that you can be so forgiving. You'll make a great Jedi one day," she drawled, and floofed back to her seat, apparently forgetting that she couldn't see from there.

Ouch.

Tiv glared at her for another moment, and then turned, inclined her head slightly to the teacher, and stalked back to her chair. As the class resumed its normal flow, Luke pulled out their already almost filled note.

She did that on purpose, he scribbled quickly. Why?

He handed the note to Tiv, who read it, and hurriedly responded with her newly recharged writing implement.

She hates me. Actually, everyone seems to these days, but that's not the point. She's been doing things like that all week. I'm surprised you didn't notice.

Luke glared at her, and then wrote his response.

I didn't notice because you were avoiding me! I was only concentrating on that, not some stupid girl I don't even know!

Tiv picked up the note, grinned as she spotted his glare, and wrote back.

Sorry. I'm just a little crabby today, okay? I didn't get much sleep last night and everything.

Anyway, I'm fine, so it doesn't really matter, does it?

P.S That was a rhetorical question.

Luke blinked, and began to write.

Oh, come on! I knew that it was a rhetorical question, how stupid do I look?

And you're not fine. You're writing with your left hand. What's wrong with your right?

Tiv frowned as she read that, a frown that stayed in place throughout her response.

I landed on it, okay? It just stings a little, I'm fine. Why do you care, anyway?

Luke contemplated answering that verbally, but sighed and kept with their printed conversation.

Why do I care? Haven't we had this conversation before? I care because you're my friend. Duh.

Ironically, the last time you asked me that, I gave the same response, and you've been avoiding me ever since! Are you going to start that again?

Again, Tiv frowned as she read that, but this time, she seemed to be actually considering her friend's comments.

Maybe I will, maybe I won't, she answered finally. Only time will tell.

And that isn't an answer! I barely know you!

Luke sighed, glanced at the timepiece, then at the teacher, and scribbled a hasty response.

Look, can we talk about this later? Our masters are having dinner tonight, why don't you actually not fake sick for a change? That is, unless you want to keep avoiding me.

She grinned at that, and wrote a short answer.

Okay. I'll see you then.

Luke wrote back.

Hey, what about lunch? Aren't you going to eat with Ani Boba and I? Or-

But the bell rang and Tiv scurried out the door before he could finish his note, much less give it to her.

Well, what did you think? The weekend has saved my writing style. Anyway, sorry about whining at you guys last time. I wanted to post this yesterday to make up for it, but I went holiday shopping with my friend and our moms, and then we got our dads and brothers and went out to dinner, and then all four of us had a sleepover, so now I'm writing this before she gets up. I might get another chapter up today, if I'm not too busy. I'm planning to give Tiv (no rhyme intended) some more visions, and I have an impending plot twist. So, anyway, review! Oh, and by the way. A few people reading this over my shoulder have suggested a romance between Tiv and Luke, or maybe Ani or Boba. With Tiv, I mean. This isn't a slash. I told them I'd think about it, which is the translation for: I'll ask all my wonderful reviewers! So what do you guys think about that? Vote just like you did with the Padawan thing last time!