A/N – Part 3 is finally up! Sorry about the wait.

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The molecular composition of durasteel is…C14Al2…No, that isn't right. What is it? Anakin opened his textbook and searched for the answer. He was never going to learn this stuff in time for tomorrow. Maybe he could buy himself another day. No, that was out of the question. He still hadn't dealt with the guilt of faking sick today. He just had to prepare for the test that his friends were taking today. They're probably writing it now, Anakin thought.

He had spent the morning learning about the history of Kashyyk. He found it incredibly boring. A person can only read so many pages about how the Wookies decided to build their cities where they did. Anakin couldn't comprehend why he needed to know this. It didn't matter in the slightest. Why did the Masters think they needed to know this stuff?

Now he was working on chemistry. He really hated that class, even though it was very helpful when working on his droids. With a thought about his droids, Anakin decided to take a break from studying and work on a protocol droid he'd been trying to fix for about a month. There was something wrong with its cervo-motor. Anakin just wasn't entirely sure what it was yet.

He got out his tools and began to open the droid up and play around with the wiring. Blue wire to blue wire, white wire to white wire. Hmm…. Maybe blue wire to white wire and white wire to red wire. Right then the droid sparked and began to smoke.

Oh no, Anakin thought. He started to work on repairing the droid.

Anakin had lost track of time working on his droid. He came to realize how late it was when he heard the door to the main quarters swish open and he heard familiar muffled voices. Oh no! It's 1700 already! That's Tru and Darra. I haven't studied at all! What am I going to do!

Anakin dived into his bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. He made it just as the doors to his room opened. Tru and Darra entered silently.

"How was the test?" Anakin asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"I'm just glad its over," Tru confided.

Not good, Anakin thought. What was he going to do?

"Will you two help me study what's on the test?" Anakin pleaded.

"I don't know how much good that would do," Darra said. "We both got different tests, and Ferus got another one as well."

Anakin groaned, he was in BIG trouble. How many tests did Mace make up? With his luck, he'd have a special test waiting just for him. Why did things like this always happen to him?

Tru and Darra help Anakin study for the test. They tried to tell him everything that was on their tests.

At last Darra suggested, "You should ask Ferus to help you study. He is, close to if not is, top of the class."

No! Anakin thought. I'm not depending on him! Not unless it was life or death! Maybe not even then.

Anakin said he would do fine with their help, and they spent the rest of the night trying to get Anakin up to speed.

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Anakin had decided it was best to face the test sooner rather than later, so he decided to go to his classes today. He had spent all night cramming information into his brain. Nothing was staying there though. He didn't remember a single piece of information.

As he entered his classroom, relief flooded him. Master Rael had recovered from her cold. Anakin wouldn't have to take the test that the others had taken.

The class had gone fine all morning, but a small voice in Anakin's head told him something bad was going to happen that afternoon.

He was wary as he ate lunch with Tru and Darra, and he confided in them about his feeling. They dismissed it with a laugh and said he probably just felt guilty due to the fact that he had missed a few days worth of classes.

Then it happened. Right in the middle of his Galactic Politics class, Master Windu strode in. Anakin felt his heart quicken. This was it…the test.

After a brief conversation with Master Rael, Master Windu removed Anakin from the class and led him to a room with a solitary desk and chair. On the top of the desk was, as he suspected, the test.

Anakin sat down at the desk and casually flipped through the test. He was the Chosen One. He could write this test. Quickly the thought passed him; I can't deal with being the Chosen One! What am I going to do!

Anakin picked a random question and began to actually write the test. He didn't know what a prokaryote was. He 'completed' the rest of his test by filling in the answers with random words. He thought he maybe knew two or, if he was lucky, three answers. He handed the paper to Master Windu and darted out of the room.

Anakin had to get the test off of his mind. He stomped through the corridors. Regular classes had let out sometime during his test. He had to get out of the temple…and he knew just where he wanted to go.

Just as he reached the main temple doors, a hand grabbed his arm. He expected to turn around and see Obi-Wan, however the face that met his was that of Ferus.

Not now! I want to get out! I don't need a lecture!

"Anakin, where are you going? You know that no one is to leave the temple with out permission," Ferus stated in the annoying way only he could state things.

"I'm getting out of here. Now leave me alone!" Anakin's voice was only slightly lower than a yell.

"I'm afraid I just cant let you leave. And if you do, I'll have to tell Master Kenobi about it."

Argh! And without a second thought Anakin grabbed Ferus' arm and pulled him out of the temple with him.

"What are you doing!" Ferus shrieked.

"Shut up!" Anakin snapped. "We're going to the Outlander."

And with that, Ferus found himself being hauled into a speeder. He could have resisted he realized, but there was something thrilling about breaking the rules, something he had never done.

Anakin landed the speeder near the Outlander and the padawans jumped out and walked the short distance to the club. They entered without any trouble and Anakin pulled Ferus toward the bar.

"Two Corellian Ales," Anakin shouted at the bartender.

The drinks came and Anakin was surprised when Ferus down the whole glass in a matter of seconds and quickly ordered another. In a few hours there were at least a dozen empty glasses around the boys, and Anakin was still on his first glass.

Where did he learn to drink like that? I think its time to head back.

Anakin hauled Ferus' drunken body into the speeder and sped back to the temple. It was dinner hour so most people would be in the cafeteria. He hoped that Master Siri wasn't in her quarters, or he and Ferus would be in a lot of trouble.