obianidala OneShots

Plot Twist (10285W)

The supposed love triangle between Mr. Skywalker, Ms. Amidala, and Mr. Kenobi is all their students (and even their fellow teachers) can talk about. The only thing is, no one at Coruscant High School can figure out exactly which of them are together.

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Anakin was feeling incredibly nervous as he pulled into the faculty parking lot at Coruscant High School. It was his first official day as a physics teacher, and he was starting to seriously regret this whole responsible-adult-with-an-actual-job thing as he thought about the fact that in an hour’s time, he’d be standing up in front of a bunch of teenagers and trying to get them to care about physics, of all things. Anakin had always loved physics, since he had a natural knack for it, but he remembered from his own high school years that it was generally the most hated subject as far as the average student was concerned. And as if that wasn’t all bad enough, his students—mostly juniors and seniors—would only be a few years younger than Anakin himself was (he was only twenty-three, and this was his first real teaching job since he’d graduated college a little over a year ago).

All things considered, Anakin was rather wondering if he was going to be sick as he got out of his car and slouched towards the school, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he went. He’d gotten the bag a few days before because it seemed like something he should do, but in truth Anakin hadn’t known what to put in it besides his lunch, his laptop, and a few pencils, so he’d tossed a couple blank notebooks in there to help him look more professional. Just more proof that he was a fraud who shouldn’t be allowed to teach. Anakin actually felt quite guilty that parents were going to be entrusting their children to his care. He didn’t know anything. He was going to be a horrible teacher. No one would learn anything, and then they’d all fail out of his class, and then their GPAs would tank, and then they wouldn’t be able to get into college, and then Anakin would get fired.

This gloomy train of thought carried him to the front of the building, and he broke out into an awkward half-jog as he realized that someone was holding the door for him. “Thanks,” said Anakin breathlessly, and then he got really breathless as he took in the woman who had held the door. She looked about his age, maybe a little older, though she was several inches shorter; Anakin’s shoulders were at her eye level. From the (very) small amount of knowledge Anakin possessed regarding fashion, he thought she seemed impeccably dressed. Her dark hair was pulled back neatly, and her brown eyes were warm as she smiled at him.

“Hi, I’m Padmé Amidala,” she said, shifting her coffee into her left hand and holding the right out for him to shake. Coffee, thought Anakin as he took her hand. That would’ve been a good idea. He wasn’t used to getting up this early. “I’m going to be teaching history, but I’m new here. This is my first day.”

Anakin smiled. “Me too,” he said, relieved that he’d found someone else to hopefully be clueless with. “Anakin Skywalker, physics.”

“Nice to meet you, Anakin. Where were you before this?”

Before this? Before what? What was “this”? “Um, I was eating breakfast at my house,” he said uncertainly.

“Sorry, I meant what school did you teach at before this one?” clarified Padmé, looking like she was trying not to laugh at him. Anakin’s face flamed. Thirty seconds on the job and he’d already made a fool of himself. “I was at Naboo High School for a few years, but that was my first school, so this is only my second.”

So she was definitely a few years older than him, and she definitely knew what she was doing when it came to teaching. It looked like Anakin was back to being clueless on his own. “This is my first teaching job,” he admitted. “I only graduated college last year.”