What are you doing, stepbro? Ben Solo x Reader

Chapter 19

The next day, Sunday, you lay on the mat and cry until no more tears come out. Luke nearly forces you to eat and you do but it tastes like nothing.

On Monday you're able to hold it in while the students are there but the minute they leave you wallow in your sorrows once more.

Rey sits down beside you after cleaning up, "He's just leaving for a while, and you barely know him."

"Rey," you begin, "are you dumb as rocks? Why do you think I'm here?"

"Cause you go in a fight with Han? He's a really nice guy, you know. I spent a summer with Luke too! It's so great, isn't it? Breaking your arm while sparring sucks, though." She rambles.

"Rey, I'm here because Ben and I were fucking and Han found out. I broke my arm because I jumped out of Ben's car."

The blood drains from her face, "it, it was all true?" She truly believed Ben when he said he wasn't at the mall. "But you guys are-"

"We aren't related by blood!"

"Still, it's kinda-"

You don't know why you divulged this information to her.

"Look, Rey, girl code, right? Speak a fucking word about this and I'll end you, got it?"

Rey says your name, "I'm not that kind of a girl."

Of course she's not.

Silence falls and you side eye her.

(A/N bomBASTIC side eye)

"Well," she says sitting up, "see ya tomorrow!"

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During snack on Tuesday Grogu sits beside you on the patch of grass outside. The other kids have already formed cliques, which is slightly horrifying.

You point over at a group of kids his age, "why don't you go sit with them?"

"They said I'm weird."

You pat his head, "it's okay to be weird."

"Like you?"

Out of pocket.

"Whatever you say."

Luke has banned you from being in the dojo during the afternoon thanks to your creative use of language, so you go for walks in the forest.

You feel empty inside, like somethings missing. And you wonder if he is looking up at the same sun your are, thinking of you as you are him. You walk a bit further and come across a dilapidated structure.

It's composed of wood, rotting wood, and looks like some sort of cabin. Trees have grown around it and if there was a door, it's long gone.

Inside there is what looks to be a bench and metal cabinet.

You snoop.

You open the top drawer and find an empty package of cigarettes and pick it up, wanting to see the date on the package.

"Holy shit," you say under your breath.

They're over ten years old. There's some pens but no paper, and a pocket knife so you try the second drawer  and it opens too.

Inside is what looks to be a notebook and you snatch it up and open it to the first page.

All it says is:

if you read this I'll FUCKING KILL you.

Definitely written my some angsty teenage boy.

The writing is chicken scratch so you have to squint to see it.