Anakin Skywalker Imagines

Jessie's Girl

•An Anakin Skywalker modern cliche high school Earth-based AU imagine.

•Based off of the song 'Jessie's Girl' by Rick Springfield.

•Warnings: Bit of cussing, major fluff, slight mentions of abuse, small make-out scene.

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Anakin Skywalker sat at his lunch table with his friends mindlessly playing with the flimsy, plastic fork that came along with the terrible, bland school lunches.

He tried eating, he really did, but his mind just wouldn't let him.

His focus sat across the wide-open lunchroom that was decked with banners of school spirit, flushed in bright, brilliant, obnoxious colors of red and yellow, the floor creased in their signature white tiles, the sounds of chairs being pushed away from tables echoed in the distance, the loud busyness of the lunchroom made Anakin tune everything out, just so his attention could remain on her.

He saw his friend Jessie resting his arm around her, holding her close, his fingers grazing over the jacket she wore, while she sat silently, leaning her head against his shoulder while the rest of Jessie's friend group made loud, rambunctious jokes.

Anakin was a friend of Jessie's, but Anakin didn't like that awful group of rowdy football players. They were all assholes, all of them wearing their football hoodies proudly, boasting about their D1 status, or universities scouting for their talent. It was obnoxious, he hated that she was sitting there, alone, with a group of people she hated talking to.

He knew her. He knew she hated that group of football players, but her boyfriend was there, so she had to pretend to like them. Why couldn't she just turn around and look at him? Why couldn't she just walk over to his secluded table, away from the obnoxious steroid addicts?

Sure, he was happy for Jessie that he had a girlfriend, but the fact that it was her is what made Anakin boil. Jessie was Anakin's friend, he wanted to support their relationship, but he just couldn't stand to see her with someone else. He wanted it to be him. He wanted to be with her, and take her away from that blonde, hulking, no good, smart ass, dumb ass, disgusting excuse of--

"Anakin!"

Snapping out of his thoughts, and also apparently snapping his plastic fork, he turns to his friends--who all sat staring at him in their secluded booth against a white brick wall in the cafeteria--all of them waiting impatiently for Anakin to chime in on their conversation.

"You good, Skyguy?" Ahsoka asks, a look of concern plastered on her face as she takes another bite of her mandarin oranges off of her fork.

Anakin looks at the freshman (the only freshman he could tolerate, anyway), her blue eyes stared right back into Anakin's, seeing through his facade he displayed for the rest of the school. She knew Anakin's desires, and she knew that one of them was sitting across the lunchroom. She could tell Anakin was hurting, but he wouldn't let her see through him.

"Yes, I'm fine, " he mumbles, placing down the pieces of the broken fork on to his foam lunch tray.

"No you're not, " says Rex, his fellow senior friend. Rex knew everything about him too. "You've hardly touched your food." He nods to Anakin's tray full of now cold french fries and a half-hearted hamburger, along with a pile of dull green beans that sat in their salty juices of disappointment.

"What can I say? It's disgusting, " Anakin pushes the tray away from him only a few inches and crosses his arms, refusing to let them see what's really bothering him.

Ahsoka and Rex--who sat across from him in the booth--exchanged looks with one another, sharing some sort of secret language that Anakin didn't understand, before turning around to face the curly-haired eighteen-year-old.