This is insane.
He had been sitting in his car for the last thirty minutes, debating with himself whether he should get out there and drag her back to the car and drive away. But he knew Arya would give him hell about it, so he's stuck here in the car as he watched her have a good time with her friends.
He glanced at his watch and saw that it was fifteen minutes to midnight. He was supposed to pick her up then and drive her home. But this crazy jealous mind of his made him drive way earlier than what was planned. What good did it do him? Nothing. He was just sitting here, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat, heaving exasperated sighs and muttering a string of expletives every time he sees some guy come near her.
If Arya knew he was sulking in the shadows, watching her at the party with some of her friends, she would skin him alive.
Fuck that. Someone else is going to get skinned alive.
His hands gripped the steering wheel as he saw this Edric Dayne guy drape an arm around her shoulders and whisper something in her ear. He noticed how she tensed a bit, but gently pushed him away. He didn't seem to be bothered by it because now, he was holding on to her arm. Arya was starting to get annoyed because her face showed it so well. His heart pumped twice as hard now, his chest felt constricted. He mentally counted from one to ten until he decided he couldn't take it anymore. Opening the car door and jumping out, he took only a few strides from across the street and across the front lawn until he reached Arya.
"I said, get away from me!" He heard Arya growl as she pushed this Edric guy. Gendry reached them in time, grabbed his arm and landed a solid punch on his face. He heard Arya shout his name, and a few of her friends huddled over an unconscious Edric.
"Oh my god, Gendry," Arya cried out, rushing over to his side. She stared at him for a moment before grabbing his arm and leading him back to where his car was parked. "What the hell did you do?"
"I punched the living daylight out of that prick," he growled in response. "I didn't like the way he was throwing himself at you."
"I know," she said, her voice softening. "But you're physically stronger than him. That's not a fair match. You could have said something instead of knocking him out."
Gendry turned the engine on before shifting in his seat to face her. "I don't fucking care! He had his sleazy hands on you, so I just made it known that that wasn't allowed in my book."
Arya gave a soft smile as she leaned closer to his seat. Placing a hand on his cheek, her thumb caressed the skin with featherlike strokes. "I know, baby. And I guess everyone knows that now."
Gendry grunted in satisfaction. "Anybody who inappropriately touches my wolf girl finds himself facing the bull and his horns."