Star Wars: A High-School Story

The Girl

Maz Katana is Rey's adoptive mother, ergo, in this story her name is Rey Kanata, not Palpatine.

Kylo

I am unable to choose which I regret more. Telling my parents that I, Kylo Ren, am dating Rey Kanata, or ever even considering dating Rey Katana. I feel disgusting after what my mom told me. My dad had got a girl pregnant, and convinced her to give up the baby girl 15 years ago. My parents kept track of the baby girl. Guess who that baby girl is? Rey Kanata. My girlfriend.

My mother has requested that when I break off things with her, I don't tell her, or anyone, why. My parents don't want Rey to come look for my dad just yet. I just feel gross. I just wish I never said anything, or just never met, or just not asked Rey out in the first place.

I parked my car in the student parking lot of the school, and pulled out my phone. I pull up the messages app and go to my message chat thing with Rey. I text her: meet me @ student parking. i have something to tell u. And now I wait.

About ten minutes later, Rey is outside of my car. I look to her, she smiles her big, bright smile of hers. I feel so bad as to what I am about and have to do. I turn off my car and get out. She tries to kiss me, but I straighten up before she is able to. She gives me a look of confusion laced with concern.

"I have something to tell you," I start out. "And I have been asked not to tell you why."

She looks at me, slowly slowly coming to the realization to what I am about to say.

"Someone asked you to break up with me?" She asked with a voice that hoped what it was saying wasn't true.

"My mom.... she said something... I can't tell you, but... I can no longer date you." I tell her.

"We don't have to listen to her Kylo," she pleads, now with tears in her eyes. "You can just say that we did, and we can continue on as we were."

"I'm sorry Rey, but what she told me..... God." I say.

She runs off to her friends, crying. I feel horrible, yet relieved. I felt worse later that day. I broke down in the boy's locker room at the end of the day. No one was in there, at least I thought there wasn't. I had my legs pulled up to my chest, head resting on top of them along with my arms, sobbing.

"Are you okay?" A small British voice asked.

I immediately looked to the source of the voice. It belonged to a ginger haired boy dressed in black. He had blue eyes and looked to be about my height.

"No." I answer teary eyed.