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Water splashed around you as others paddled successfully in their canoes across the lake, you however were stuck in place beside Scott. Neither one of you could decide on which way to paddle leaving your boat to spin in aimless circles before you gave up completely. Across the canoe from you sat Scott with a scowl on his face. 

“ You’re rowing the wrong way. ”

“ I’m not! ”

Scott glared daggers at you, his jaw tight with frustration as you attempted to move the canoe again, leaving it to instead spin hopelessly. 

“ Yes you are! Just follow my lead. ”

You gave into your anger splashing Scott with your paddle. 

A hiss left his lips as the cold water hit his skin. His shirt was sprayed with droplets making it stick to his skin. 

“ Are you serious? ”

Without another thought Scott swung his paddle deliberately capsizing the canoe sending you both into the cold lake water. A shriek left your lips as the water sent a shock through your system. Scott surfaced first, gasping and treading water with a malicious smirk as you flailed up. You sputtered, coughing up water before shoving wet strands of hair from your eyes. 

The other cliffhangers caught wind of the disturbance across the lake. Their paddles stilled as they turned to point and snicker at you both. 

With a huff you swam to the shore pulling yourself from the freezing water. Scott trailed behind watching as you swam to the shore. Once you were out of the water he swam leisurely to the shore himself, climbing out with a smirk despite being completely soaked and freezing. 

Without waiting to be dismissed you walked off from the class. With each step you took your shoes squeaked and squelched from the water. Your teeth were beginning to chatter as goosebumps trailed up your skin. 

Scott watched as you stomped away, your clothes dripping leaving a trail in the dirt path. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your dramatic exit, before he broke into a jog to catch up with you. 

“ Don’t be a baby, you started it. ”

You stayed silent choosing instead to ignore his snide comment. 

As you walked you noticed Scott didn’t break off, instead he chose to follow after you. 

“ Your cabins are that way. ”

Scott’s gaze followed the direction in which you pointed before they found your eyes again. 

“ I know where my cabin is. ”

“ Do you, cause you’re following me like a creep. ”

A low chuckle escaped Scott’s lips unoffended by your insult. 

-

Amidst the long walk Scott followed you to the doorstep of the girls’ cabin. Just as you were about to enter you found Scott still looming over you like a shadow.

“ What are you doing? ”

“ I’m coming in with you. ”

“ So you can get us both in trouble? No boys are allowed in the girls’ cabin. ”

“ I’m not walking all the way to the boys cabin, it’s fucking freezing. ”

Begrudgingly you opened the door letting Scott in before you followed. Both of you kicked your wet shoes off at the door before beginning to tug off your sopping wet clothes. 

Your sweater caught and tangled around your head as you attempted to pull it off. For a moment Scott watched you struggle before offering his help. 

“ Lift your arms, you’re shaking like a leaf. ”

A huff escaped your lips as you stood still letting Scott pull off your shirt. He tosses the soggy fabric onto the floor just beside your shoes before moving to his own clothes. More clothes came off as you undressed until you stood in only your underwear. From where Scott stood he couldn’t help but notice the goosebumps that covered your bare skin. The soft sound of your chattering teeth filled the quiet room before Scott opened his mouth to speak. 

“ Which bunk is yours? ”

Being Anakin Skywalker’s ex-girlfriend was not a task for the weak or faint of heart. Especially not when your family loved him so much. “How’s Ani doing?” “What’s Ani up to?” “When is Ani coming over to fix the AC?” These questions, each one stinging a bit more than the last, were ran by you on the daily. The breakup was messy, Anakin being smug about being loved by your family, and you cursing his name the entire time he walked from your room, through the front door, and out to his car, right up until the very moment he backed out of your driveway and left for good. You were left heartbroken and with the bad taste of nasty words in your mouth, as you had fought with him in a heated argument until he left, all the while he sat back and watched you, only contributing to the one sided fight to mutter under his breath, usually something about “you’re accusing me of doing something, yet you’re the one getting all irritated.” He would do this every time you fought, and for the first year, it worked. You’d come crawling back and be in his lap, grinding on each other, angry words turning to breathy moans, within just a few minutes of him getting his hands on you. But after the year and a half mark, it stopped being cute, and you started seeing right through his control, which was little more than smoke and mirrors. And last Friday was the last time you were going to put up with it.

At least, that’s what you thought, until your family announced that they were inviting him on the summer trip to the mountain town six hours away that they took annually. Six hours in a car, to and from, with him, would be bad enough. Nevermind five days in a cramped small cabin room, and kiss goodbye to any peaceful excursions on the itinerary. “No way, absolutely not. We-” You start, only to remember that you and Anakin, despite claiming to hate each other, made an agreement to keep the breakup secret from your family because you didn’t want to ruin their chance of having a ‘son in law experience’. With a defeated sigh, you retreat to your room, hands shaking as you dial Anakin’s number and hit the call button. After three rings, he picks up, and before he can get a single word out, you cut him off, “You’re graciously invited to the family summer trip. Are you coming or not?” You could practically hear the smugness in his voice as he spoke, dripping with that toxic lilt that always made your stomach twist in on itself and your knees weaken, “Looks like I’m still wanted then, hm?” Without giving you time to object, he speaks again, “I’ll be there. See you in the morning, angel.”

For some reason, the name that used to bring you butterflies now got under your skin worse than when guys would call you ‘sweetheart’ or other honeyed terms. Packing your bags and checking off things on the list you’d written to prepare, by the time you were done, it was already 10pm. Calling it a night, you lay down in bed, letting out a deep, heaving sigh, ultimately surrendering to the comforting lull of sleep. Upon waking up, there was another heavy weight dipping the mattress beside you. “Mmgh… wha- what?” You blink the sleep from your eyes, seeing a familiar head of blond curls laying beside you, shirtless, in nothing but boxers. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess…” You groan, rolling over to the other side so you didn’t have to stare at the sight that was certainly easy on the eyes. Though you wanted to kick him off the bed and yell at him for being a creep, between your sleep-addled mind and your secret desire for him to come back, you just couldn’t work up the courage to do it. “Well good morning to you too, angel.” Anakin hums, moving an arm up to gently massage your scalp just the way you liked, nails lightly scratching at the fragile skin, deep blue eyes observing the way you fought to keep from leaning into him, even though your body was aching to do just that.

“We should get up soon, they’re gonna leave in an hour.” He mumbled slowly, right beside your ear, hot breath fanning over the outer shell. “Yeah yeah, I’m up, I’m up.” You groan, sitting up on your elbows and finally turning to face him once more. For someone you swore you hated the moment he set foot outside your door last Friday, you sure were leaning awfully close to his muscular body. “Whatcha doin’ over there?” He bites back the grin threatening to form on his face, lips twitching with the urge to pull upwards. “I’m cold. You’re warm. That’s all.” You state monotonously, wrestling with the feeling of denial and shame in your stomach. “Is that so?” he actually grins this time, “Then I could warm you up?” He offers, rolling over on top of you, pinning your hips between his knees. “No,” You whine lightly, “We have stuff to do.” You barely push on his chest, but he falls to the side with a dramatic ‘ouf’ sound, playfully acting as if he was injured, bringing a hand up to his chest where you’d touched him, “You’re right. I’ll make it up to you later.”

Within the hour, you’d gotten up, gotten dressed and ready, and attempted to carry your bags to Anakin’s car, with your parents, grandparents, and aunt all piled into the family car. “Aww, need a hand, angel?” Anakin teases, having been leaning on the doorway, watching you struggle the whole time. “You could’ve offered to help a while ago.” You cross your arms over your chest as he takes your bags from you, veins in his arms popping as his muscles flex under the strain. “But you’re so cute when you struggle. And I know you, you would’ve yelled at me for trying to help when you ‘got it’.” He clicks his tongue, delicately setting each bag of yours in the back of his car as if they weighed no more than a feather. He crosses the path to the passenger side of the car, opening your door for you with an antagonizing look in his eyes. He knew you hated that, you were raised as an independent woman who didn’t need a man for shit, as you’d told him the first time he tried as a genuine action. Since then, it was a way of taunting you, urging you to let your irritation bubble over into sexual frustration.

The drive, though long, wasn’t that bad. Anakin decided to be merciful for the first time all day, as when you had started to nod off but were fighting sleep because you didn't trust his driving on the sharp twists and bends on the way to the cabin, he’d mindlessly let his right hand wander to your thigh, left hand on the wheel, rubbing your leg in slow, soothing circles, whispering to just go to sleep, and he’d keep you safe. Strangely enough, it had worked, and you had gotten one of the best car naps in your life. He’d sat in the car for two hours in the driveway of the cabin, gently rubbing your scalp and hair, waiting for you to wake up naturally as opposed to waking you abruptly. “Mm… what time is it?” You lift your head, neck aching from the angle at which you’d been sleeping. “Half past six. Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you in?” His voice was soft, genuine. It was very odd for someone who claimed he was only physically attracted to you, to be so dedicated to letting you rest that he’d stayed outside in the summer heat and humidity for two hours. “Why’d you let me sleep so long? Why did you stay out here? What about my luggage, I had stuff that could melt!” You cry, pushing yourself up from the passenger seat, which was fully reclined. His doing, not yours. “Easy, easy. I already carried everything in and got our room set up while you were sleeping. I came back to check on you about an hour ago and stayed with you until you woke up.” He soothes, those blue irises of his doing little to remind you that you were supposed to be exes.

“I can walk, I’m fine.” You assure finally, but just as you try to stand up from the seat, your legs, which were numb from being seated for so long, had buckled, nearly sending you over the gravel driveway and into the plummet downwards through the woods. Anakin is at your side within a millisecond, one arm around your shoulders and the other tucked under your leg. “Whoa, take it easy. I’ve gotcha.” He walks backwards until he’s got enough footspace to turn towards the cabin and walk you inside, laying you down on the bed in your shared room. “You just lay down and get comfortable, I’ll bring you dinner.” He exits quickly, leaving you with your thoughts. Why was he being so nice to you? Was it a facade for the family, or did he truly have a change of heart? Was he in love finally? Were you? So many questions race through your mind at lightspeed, you don’t even recognize him coming in to lay soup in your lap on a tray he’d folded for you. “Bon Appetite.” He states with a calm smile, one you hadn’t seen in a while. He was going to tell you he’d made the soup from scratch just for you, but he let it slide, reminding himself of what his therapist, with whom he’d only had two appointments since the breakup, had told him about ego death, and letting his humility bring him more joy than his pride. Humility, she’d said, rewards with happiness and experience, and ego only rewards with false confidence.

Later that night, around 8pm, the family, and subsequently you and him, had taken a trip to the amusement park themed around the local mountains. The gondola up to the top of the mountain, which was where the park was located, featured glass walls and a glass bottom, allotting the riders a full 360° view of the mountain. Your parents had taken one, grandparents and aunt on another, and you and Anakin on a third one. Your hands were shaking with nerves as you eyed the approaching incline in the cables, whole body covered in a thin sheen of sweat from anxiety. “Hey,” Anakin speaks up, trying to distract you, “Hey. Look at me.” He takes your chin in one hand, forcing your gaze to meet his, “I’ve got you. We’re safe. The cables are safe and stable. Nothing is going to happen.” He tries to comfort you, but the second he stops talking, the line stops moving altogether, each gondola box stopping in its tracks and swaying back and forth, forcing you to wrench your eyes closed. “Oh my god,” You squeal, tears of fear forming in your eyes, your hands darting to Anakin’s forearms, desperate for something safe to hold onto. “Let me take your mind off of things,” He whispers softly, one hand moving slowly under the waistband of your pants. “We shouldn’t, this whole thing is glass, someone will see us.” You urge, trying to squirm away.

“Baby,” Anakin whispers affectionately, “It’s completely dark outside, and the glass is tinted from the outside. No one will see. And the ride is about four minutes, I can take care of you in half that.” He waits for just a moment, letting you decide what you want. When you slide down slightly on the leather seat, allowing his hands to go deeper, he pulls you closer to him until your knees touch. Wordlessly, two of his fingers slide inside of you, thumb teasing your clit. You’re too overwhelmed by stimulation to notice the gondola start moving again, and just as you look down and see how far off the ground you are, Anakin’s voice is low next to your ear, using his shoulder to block your view. “Don’t look down. Keep your eyes on me, and let me handle all your stress.” His fingers curl within your walls, forcing your back to arch and your head to tip back, jaw slackening. His free hand comes up to brace your neck and head, his other head working tirelessly to get you to climax. Just before you can, the cables stop again, and you can feel the motion of the gondola swinging to and fro, momentarily taking you out of your pleasure. “Close your eyes. Feel how deep my fingers are. We’re alright, yeah?” Anakin leans over slightly to press a kiss to your neck, fingertips ramming into your g-spot with fervor, working you towards orgasm. “Oh!” You half moan, half whine, body falling forward into his arms as you cum. Anakin removes his hand from your pants and takes his fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling over them visible in his cheeks, “Yeah, just like that. Taste so good, baby.” He praises smoothly.

Just as he separates from you, your gondola docks at the mountain’s summit, allowing the two of you to get off. “We’re taking the truck down.” You state shakily, joining up with your family, putting on a brave face despite the explicit activities you and Anakin had gotten up to on the gondola. Going through the park, Anakin notices the Skywalk, a thread of rope bridges weaving through the mountaintop’s canopy of trees. “Let’s do that!” He urges excitedly, nudging your hip with his elbow. “What? Are you crazy? That looks horrifying!” You try to talk him out of it, and yet, he tugs you easily down the staircase leading to the first rope bridge. By bridge three of at least sixteen, you’re clinging to his side and power-walking towards each rest stop between bridges. “I hate this I hate this I hate this,” You whimper, both arms wrapped tightly around his right bicep. “Relax, angel. If anything happens, I’ve got military training, I can protect you.” Anakin reminds you softly. Ironically, one of the most heated topics in your frequent arguments was his flightiness due to being military. For once since being together in the first place, that military training was paying off.

With five bridges left, Anakin stops on the rest stop, gazing out across the bridges and skyline. “Let’s finish what we started. There’s no one else on the bridges and the park closes in half an hour, if we keep it down we can manage.” You stare at him, deadpan, your features riddled with anxiety. “We’re not having sex on this deathtrap.” His smugness from the day before returns to his face and he uses that buttered tone with you, the one he only uses when he’s sweet talking you into doing what he wants, “But if we die on this thing, you’re gonna go out wishing you could’ve had my dick in you one last time.” He spoke shamelessly, dirty words prevented from reaching wandering ears by the dense treetops. With a sigh of defeat, you wander into his arms. “That’s what I thought.” He mutters, turning you outwards to face the mountaintop, pinning you between his body and the railing. He lowers his pants just enough to let his cock spring outwards, moving your pants down just enough to let him in. In one quick thrust, he’s bottomed out within you. You choke on a scream, while his eyes roll back into his head and close, a moan of your name on his lips. “Fucking hell, missed you so much. Missed this pussy so much, baby.”

Anakin’s hands land on either side of you on the railing, caging you in the small space created just for your body. His thrusts are quick and frantic, getting you right to the edge of orgasm relatively quickly, before he slows down, making you whine from the lack of stimulation. “Gotta work for it, angel. Look up, look at the trees. See how high up we are. See how far the drop is if we fall.” He feels your walls clench around him, eliciting a low groan from his throat, “Shit, that turns you on, huh? Pathetic little freak.” He whispers lowly from behind you, thrusts becoming sloppy as he nears his own climax, “‘M gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?” Before your mind can even comprehend the words coming out of your mouth, you moan out his name, “Ohh fuck, Anakin! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna- Cum inside, I want it inside!” You close your eyes tightly, tears of pleasure slipping from your lashline, body seizing as you orgasm, cumming hard around his dick. “Fuck, angel. I- Oh, fuck. Inside? You want me to- cum inside? Fuck, fuck!” The whine of your name that comes from his lips is beautiful, a sound you’ve never heard before, but definitely want to hear more. Anakin’s cum dribbles out of your cunt, which was still pulsating around his softening cock. He quickly tucks himself back into his pants and pulls yours up over your hips as well, giving you a cheeky smile as he prepares to step off onto the next bridge, “Hold tight, wouldn’t want you to slip and fall.”

The rest of the trip passes in a blur of green trees and brown rocky mountains. By the time you’re driving back home, you’re passed out in Anakin’s passenger seat, with a brand new promise ring on your ring finger, one that he’d forged himself from one of the shops in the local town outside of the mouth of the winding road leading to an array of cabins, including yours. Maybe he really did have a change of heart.

You remember reading his name off the attendance sheet before the teacher called it aloud.

Funny name, you thought.

He sat near the back of the classroom, slouched comfortably in his chair as if he'd already decided school wasn't worth taking too seriously. Messy sandy-blond hair, headphones hanging around his neck, and the kind of confidence that usually belonged to the boys teachers warned about.

Definitely a troublemaker.

Or so you assumed.

The first week passed quickly.

The awkwardness of new classes slowly disappeared as conversations grew louder, inside jokes began forming, and friend groups naturally found each other. By the second week, everyone had unofficially claimed their usual seats despite the teacher insisting they were free to sit anywhere.

From across the room, you'd occasionally catch Anakin laughing with the people around him, usually because he'd said something ridiculous enough to make half the class groan and the other half laugh anyway.

He wasn't loud for attention.

He just... had a way of making people feel included.

Which was annoying.

Because it was harder to write him off as another cocky guy when you kept seeing him help someone understand the homework or carry a teacher's stack of textbooks without being asked.

Maybe you'd judged him too quickly.

Not that it mattered.

You weren't looking for a crush.

You barely thought about him.

At least...

That's what you kept telling yourself.

It happened when you looked back while the teacher was discussing something about research.

He was looking at you.

Your heart drops, and you quickly turn your head back to the front.

Holy fuck

--

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD OHMYGODDD" You scream into your pillow at night.

Walking to class tired, you tell yourself. Never let Anakin catch you looking.

It worked. Mostly.

Until your teacher decided to rearrange the seating chart.

Your new seat?

Sitting in the front. Next to Rex.

Anakin's best friend.

Rex was nice enough, but there was one tiny problem.

Anakin practically lived at his desk.

Every morning before the bell, he'd wander over, steal Rex's headphones, lean against your shared table while complaining about homework, or sit backwards in the empty chair beside him, one arm draped over the backrest like he had nowhere else to be.

Which meant...

He was suddenly always within arm's reach.

You could feel him there, talking, laughing, making jokes with Rex while your heartbeat tried to convince you it deserved its own zip code.

You became intensely interested in your notes.

Your water bottle.

The classroom clock.

Literally anything except looking at him.

"You're gonna burn a hole through that notebook."

You blinked.

Anakin was looking directly at you.

"Huh?"

"You've been staring at the same page for like... five minutes."

"Oh."

You glanced down. You'd written the date three times.

Heat rushed to your face."I was... thinking."

"Mhm." That stupid little grin appeared. "I can tell."

Butterflies.

Every.

Single.

Time.

--

The worst part wasn't that Anakin talked to you.

It was that he talked to everyone.

Held doors open without thinking.

Asked classmates how their badminton games had gone.

Carry a teacher's boxes without being asked.

He was just... naturally warm.

Which made it impossible to tell if you were special...

...or just another person he happened to be nice to.

Some days you'd catch him looking at you during class.

Your eyes would meet.

Neither of you would look away immediately.

Then someone would say his name, and the moment would disappear.

You replayed those three seconds on the way home for the rets of the day

"Maybe he likes me."

"No... he's just friendly."

You'd gone back and forth so many times you were exhausted by your own thoughts.

One morning, Rex was absent

When you walked into class, you expected to spend the day alone.

Instead...

Anakin dropped into Rex's chair.

"You mind?"

"...Isn't your seat over there?"

He shrugged. "I like this one better."

Your heart practically exploded.

The teacher hadn't arrived yet.

The room buzzed with conversations.

"So..." Anakin spun a pen between his fingers.

"Why do you avoid looking at me?"

Your eyes widened. "I don't."

"You do."

"I really don't."

"You do."

"...I don't."

"You just looked at the ceiling instead of making eye contact."

You immediately looked at him.

"There you go."

"...Happy?"

"Very."

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile. "You're annoying."

"I've been told."

The teacher hadn't arrived yet. The room buzzed with conversations.

"So..." Anakin spun a pencil between his fingers.

You looked up.

"You always avoid looking at me?"

Your cheeks warmed instantly. "I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

He laughed softly. "You just did it again."

You looked anywhere but his face.

The floor. The window. Your shoes.

"...See?" He smiled to himself.

"I was starting to think you didn't like me."

Your head snapped up so quickly you almost gave yourself whiplash.

"I don't not like you."

His grin grew.

"...Good."

Before you could think of something clever to say, the teacher walked in.

--

That night, you lay awake staring at your ceiling.

You still couldn't tell if Anakin Skywalker liked you...

Maybe...

Just maybe...

You weren't the only one stealing glances after all.

INSPIRED BY MY CURRENT LIFE. well,, the eye contact part heheh. So there's this guy in my class who is looking too gah dam good in my eyes, plus he's such a sweetheart too ughh. TSK ANYWAY. Life has been kicking me in the ass, so that's why I couldn't post last week, so so sorry about that. I was debating if I should make this a Hayden or anakin fic, but I settled with ani since ppl have been liking him or the characters that hayden played. I might post tomorrow though! I already have a plot in mind hehe. But then again, ani or hayden? idkkk.