3 days. It had been 3 days since that ugly piece of shit told me he was my father. I didn't cry, I didn't shed one single fucking tear. He didn't deserve to be cried over.
Let's just hope I got my looks from my mom.
I threw a tennis ball up, blankly staring up at my ceiling. I hadn't got up out of bed in 3 days and frankly, I didn't care enough too.
My door slammed open and Ahsoka came rushing through. Purpose and determination was written all over her face. I turned to look at her for a brief moment, and then went back to throwing my tennis ball.
She grabbed it mid air and threw it across the room.
"Hey!" I said and sat up and crossed my arms. She opened a laptop and sat beside me.
"Look you're going to want to see this" She says playing a video. There was a man in a black tux, going into some warehouse.
"Okay great what does this show us?" I ask.
"Now look here" She says. She speeds up the video, the man exits about an hour later, a small briefcase and another small object in his right hand. It looked like a .....holocron.
"Okay?" I say with confusion.
She get's up and starts pacing the room.
"About 3 weeks ago a holocron was stolen from the temple" She says, hand of her chin. "That's why the master's have left literally every fucking thing to do with the sith lord to us. They've been chasing the holocron." She says turning towards me.
"How do you know this?" I question.
"I was in the temple to grab somethings from our old room, and maybeeee I snuck into the air vents and overheard the council speaking about it" She says with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Great" I muttered, "But I don't really care" I said with blank eyes. I turned back towards the wall. She narrows her eyes and stomps over to where I am. I turn my head to look at her but it's too late. Her arm is already swinging back, and with full force her hand makes contact with my face. My hand rose to my cheek where my blood throbbed. I could already feel the handprint forming.
"What the fuc-"
"ENOUGH WITH THIS BULLSHIT" she screams in my face. "YOU'VE BEEN SITTING ON YOUR ASS AND SULKING FOR WAY TO GODDAMN LONG. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING DADDY ISSUES, ENOUGH WITH THE SHIT ATTITUDE AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. THIS GALAXY DEPENDS ON YOU, AND IF YOU DON'T GET THE FUCK UP THERE'S GONNA BE SOME REAL PROBLEMS." She yells pointing a finger at me, but she doesn't just stop there.
"YOU'RE THE STRONGEST PERSON I KNOW, SO START FUCKING ACTING LIKE IT" She screams, her cheeks red with anger.
"So act like the badass you are, shower, put on a bomb ass outfit and get the fuck up because it's go time. I know you, and the (Y/N) I know doesn't wait on her ass for some prince to come save her. She get's up and slays the dragon herself, so let's go" She says with a no bullshit attitude. She storms out of the room and I don't wait to practically sprint to the bathroom and start undressing.
I needed that, I needed that so fucking bad. No one ever had the guts to yell at me like that, not even Palpatine. I give Ahsoka props for the pep talk because without it, I probably would have sat on my ass and waited to be saved.
But now? I was ready to take on the fucking world. I hear a ding from my commlink and it's a text from Ahsoka with what she's wearing. I smile and giggle as I finish rinsing out the shampoo.
"Okay I can roll with this" I smirk as I close the photo and hurry to soap down every square inch of my body. I smother the conditioner in my hair and wait 2 minutes before rinsing it out. I grab a towel, wrap it around my body, and then I grab another and wrap my hair and I run into the closet. I put on some eyeliner and lipgloss. I grab all the garments, along with a black lacy underwear and bra set, which I wore a lot more now because you never know, right?
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Frenemies (anakin skywalker story)
Action(Y/N) always never really liked Anakin. His cocky personality drove her crazy. That is until she has to go undercover on a mission with him. Her feelings start to change, as do his. But she finds out her secret, one that she had been protected from...
