Luke'd had a very long week.
He hadn't meant to traumatize almost every student he met
(and there had been
a lot of
them), but he was still trying to wrap his head around the idea of his father being here a week ago. Pictures had helped, and the stories that people had begun telling him had been wonderful--Rory'd been especially great
--but Luke was tired. (The gremlin show had been beyond strange
. And that wasn't even counting the toaster
. And the pink...thing
. Or everyone who looked
exactly the same.)
He'd begun wincing every time someone asked 'any relation?' at his last name. With the exception of Bel who'd told him that his father had been an ass--not exactly reassuring--everyone else seemed to take the loss of Anakin very, very hard.
hadn't been much
of a respite
(he'd managed to freak out Ms. Gilmore-Danes
and the guy with the mask in Criminal Justice
had given him a heart attack), though they'd introduced him to Teddy
. Meeting a fellow newbie had been a relief (and Jello
was neat! And jiggly!). And
he was in a cool new club called NUKE
. He wasn't planning on going out to Caritas
with Parker any time soon, though. There was something in her eyes...besides, she'd told him not to jump off the roof
. Who jumped off roofs for fun?
He flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling tiles. At least he wasn't in Ethics