Chapter Two
All We Know

Recommended Song:
All We Know by Chainsmokers  ft. 
Phoebe Ryan

Rey decked the halls, as the encounter with Kylo Ren was still fresh in her mind. It haunted her every now and then.

What is with you, today? Rey thought. First, Poe talks to you, and shamelessly flirts. And now Kylo Ren compliments you. Rey doesn't recall wearing anything that she usually doesn't wear in normal occasions.

Red plaid shirts were her style, including the Timberland boots she is currently wearing right now. Country, frankly, is Rey's taste in fashion. Same hairstyle.. No makeup.. Just the ordinary Rey many know.

So what is up with them?

Rey sighed, as she banged open her locker door. It was constantly like that. Rey got used to the bang she has to produce to pry open her favored locker.

"Hey, Rey." She heard a seductive, and feminine purr behind her, and Rey whirled around, to come face-to-face with the school's popular girl, Padmé Amidala, otherwise also known as the brag queen.

Or also known as Ben's girlfriend. Rey thought with a dull mindset.

Rey, again, was attacked by surprise. Padmé usually never bothered her, right? Judging by Rey's appearance, she was no threat to Amidala's beauty.

With Padmé's copper skin complexion, and her body built curved and well-fit - comparing that to Rey's sun-kissed skin, and boyish body build, no doubt that many boys drool over Padmé. She basically garnered almost every boy in school's attention.

"Uh, Hi?" Rey attempted for a neutral look, but her face fell as she opted for a friendlier tone. She gave her a tight smile and nodded.

Padmé simply just brushed it off, and clapped Rey's shoulder - a little too hardly.

"Hey. I see that you have talked to my boyfriend Kylo, right? Wait, of course you will. A loser like you can dream too, right?"

Padmé's words stung Rey, and she almost doubled over in hurt. Excuse me!? She thought in her head, anger reaching its boiling point.

Rey then realize - she must be jealous. That was only the reason why Padmé may be saying that. Just to entice Rey to go with someone else? She wasn't even close with Kylo Ren.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but above everything you said - I don't like your man." Rey replied, inputing a harsher tone than she actually intended.

Padmé batted her eyelashes, and Rey swore she heard a sigh of relief. "That is good. I'm pretty sure you don't want to piss me off, right hun?"
She clapped her shoulder once more, with the same intensity, and sashayed off.

Rey rubbed her shoulder, in annoyance with Padmé. That was weird. Really weird. Rey didn't understand why she had to be so overprotective of Kylo Ren.

She turned back, to reach for her stuff when a finger tapped on her shoulder. Rey almost blew up in an instant.

"What!" Rey hissed, before immediately regretting what she just blurted back there. It was a young man, standing with his sandy blonde hair in a bed-tossed style. She found him.. intriguing.

"Um, can you show me where's Classroom 1C?" He asked, as his complete innocence immediately showed. Rey was surprised when she found herself nodding along.

"Um, okay. I'll bring you there."

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"What's your name?" Rey asked, as they walked towards their destination. She slowed her pace to keep up with the young boy.

"My name's Lucas. Lucas Galloway. I just transferred here from Boston. Do you happen to be a sophomore?" He asked.

Rey nodded. This day is getting exciting, she thought with exhilaration. "Um, yeah! I'm Rey. Rey Kenobi." She held her hand out for a shake. He took it warmly.

They stopped in front of a door, and Rey peeked a bit. She saw Professor Leia inside, checking attendance, and clapped Lucas's shoulder. "I'll catch you later." She said, and Lucas flashed her a smile, which made Rey's stomach fill with butterflies.

"Yeah. Thanks, by the way - Rey."

Rey whistled all her way back, towards her locker and towards the classroom. All she sang was All We Know, sung by Phoebe Ryan.

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Professor Han Solo was her next class. Rey felt excitement fill in her chest. She loved his class. She always found Solo's lectures interesting.

Han went in the classroom, holding a clipboard and some papers. He looked around the classroom and gave a smile, which he rarely does - signaling that he is in a good mood.

"Hello class. I'm certain that you all have a nice vacation. Whether you stayed here, or you went elsewhere for a visit, I know that must be enjoyable for each one of you."

Rey nodded, as the mere voice of Han Solo soothes her already. She really likes this teacher of hers. Interesting.

"So that is the reason why we have to give you a project already! Are you guys ready?" Groans erupted among the class, but Rey found herself among those who were nodding along.

"I have already done the partnerships, so before I'll announce the partners, I will explain what the project is all about."

Rey nods, and silently lends an ear, or two.

"Each of the partnerships shall make a cover, any song you desire, but make sure there are no cuss words. I strongly forbid that."

Snickers erupted from the class, and Rey managed to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"So, that's just a brief explanation, but I'll get on with it. Time for the partners!"

"Ezra Bridger, and Sabine Wren!" A young boy with dark blue hair and tan skin exchanged high fives with a girl with cropped sky blue hair. She looks a bit funky, in a way.

"Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor!" A quiet and smart senior glanced towards the sophomore with dark hair and just gave each other tight smiles of recognition.

"Poe Dameron and Padmé Amidala." Rey almost scoffed, as the both of the students gave each other winks, and flirty gestures.

"Gwen Phasma and Baze Malbus!" Gwen, one of Rey's good acquaintances and a sophomore, clapped the shoulder of a towering figure of a senior who Rey knew as Baze.

"And finally, Rey Kenobi and Kylo Ren." Rey almost fell off her seat. Kylo was her partner!? She felt the sudden need to protest, lest Rey might anger Padmé.

But Rey didn't want to involve her favorite professor in her personal dilemmas so she kept as silent as possible.

"Now, go talk to your partners!"

Rey stiffened, when Kylo took the seat beside her. His curly black hair brushing her shoulder, as he stared into Rey's milky hazel brown eyes.

"Uh, hey." Rey feigned for a casual conversation, but Kylo seemed focused. "So what do you think we should do, Kenobi?"

Rey flinched at the sound of her surname. "Call me Rey, and, honestly speaking? I don't have a clue. I figured you might have a lead."

Kylo tapped his pencil thoughtfully. "Well, I opted to use my guitar since I know how to play one, but it depends on how are we going to execute it."

We sounded like an understatement, but Rey couldn't help the fact that she blushed. She looked around to peek at Padmé, who luckily wasn't paying much attention to them.

"So?"
"So what?"

Kylo sighed. "I mean, what song do you want? I'm totally not good in decision-making." He says, before he lets out a low laugh.

It was the first time Rey heard Kylo Ren laugh, and it sounded quite.. melodious to her ears. It was quite infectious, so Rey started to laugh, too. Quietly, though.

"What are you laughing about?"
Rey stopped. "Nothing."

Kylo Ren gave a grunt. "Hm, well, I guess. What instrument do you play?" He asked, but before Rey could reply, the bell rang.

Kylo Ren stood up from the chair. "I guess we have to part ways for now. I'll meet you on Wednesday? After school?" Kylo started to scribble something in his notebook.

Rey, dazed, nodded along. "Um, okay."

"Here's my address." He handed her the piece of folded paper, and Rey stared at it. Kylo Ren giving away his address to me? She thought.

"Uh, yeah." She took it, and placed it inside her jeans pocket. Before she could thank him, Kylo Ren was out of sight.

'Cause this is All We Know....
...This feeling's All We Know....

I am sorry for having to delete this chapter! For some reason, it deleted by itself. I was so surprised! So I just redid it with a much longer chapter. I'm going to update twice to make up for the missing days I am not updating.

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