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,
too. 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.
Even
classes 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 class.