Hi everyone! So here is a new Gendrya fanfic that I feel more strongly for than the other. So keep in mind that things are a little stiff between our favorite darlings, but it will be better later on, trust me! Enjoy!
College – Chapter 1
"So, here we are" the guide told her and Arya nodded. She looked up at what would now be her home for the next four years. The apartment building looked extravagant just like everything else here in King Landing, but Arya scolded herself for complaining. She had chosen to come here, she had chosen to attend King's Landing College despite her obvious distaste for the city.
"Great…" Arya responded and took a firmer hold on her suit case.
"You'll be sharing apartment 201 with two other students."
"Okay."
"It's on the third floor, do you want any help with the luggage?"
"No. I'm fine" She forced an uncomfortable smile.
"Alright. If you have any questions, you can call the student information or ask any staff directly. The number is on the information sheet."
"I know."
"Good. I'll leave you to it, then. Good luck." And with that, the guide walked away.
Arya exhaled loudly. She slung her back pack which had been lying carelessly beside her over her shoulder and dragged her suitcase behind her as she opened the door and walked in, but not without complications. The stupid suitcase refused to cross the threshold no matter how much she pulled, growled and cursed at it. And on top of that, the door wouldn't stay open, it continued to close when she desperately wanted it to stay open. A large number of curse words were uttered towards the door too.
"Do you need help?" someone asked. Arya looked up to see a blond girl around her age. She wanted to say that the girl was pretty, because she was. It was just the minor detail that she had a horrendous scar on covering one side of her face.
"No" Arya responded. But she did, she needed help, yet her pride wouldn't let her ask or accept it.
"Are you sure? You're all red."
"Pretty sure!"
The girl ignored Arya's answer, understanding the she really did need help. She held up the door for Arya so that she could use her whole strength to pull the stupid suit case of the threshold. But the girl didn't stop there. She continued to help Arya carry it up the stairs. Arya would never admit it out loud, but she was extremely grateful.
"I'm Shireen, by the way" The girl panted as they carried the suit case up the second stair. "I live in 198."
"Congratulations" was Arya's only gruff response. Shireen looked hurt, though she tried to hide it.
"Sorry… I know I'm acting like a Jack-ass, it's just… I don't know. It's been a long day."
"It's alright, no need to apologize."
"I'm gonna start over. Hi, Shireen it's nice to meet you. I'm Arya. What are you studying?" She mostly just added the last part to be polite.
"Literature, it's really amazing! And you?"
"Fencing scholarship."
"Cool!"
Arya continued to try and make polite small talk with Shireen. She seemed sweet, but a little too perky for Arya's taste. That would take some getting used to, but a sweet girl none the less.
Shireen bid goodbye when they reached apartment 201, she tippy toed her way down to the second floor and disappeared. Arya turned towards the door and considered knocking but then realized that she lived here now, this was her sort of dorm room. She didn't have to knock to enter her own home. So instead she opened the door and stepped through.
The smell of cooking engulfed her as she closed the door. It smelled divine. Whoever it was that lived here with her was one hell of a chef. After placing her bags inside the door she walked further in, following the scent. There in the kitchen stood a rather large boy with curly black hair. He stood there handling more things at the same time than Arya would ever be able to whilst whistling the theme song from some old kids show.
"Um… Hi?" Arya tried. The boy looked at her with confusion.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Arya, I live here now."
"Right, so you're the third roommate?" Arya nodded. "I'm Hot Pie." Arya couldn't stop the chuckling laugh from escaping her mouth. Hot Pie furrowed his brows at her. "What's so funny?"
"Just the irony." She gestured to where he was clearly making cherry pie.
"Oh yeah, I get that a lot."
"I'm not surprised." He smiled at her to show that he didn't take offence at her snide comments. "Where are the bedrooms? I'd like to drop of my bag and unpack, shit like that.
"Past the living room down the hall, you see them from here." He pointed.
Arya walked back to grab her bags and walked to the three doors that Hot Pie pointed to. One of them was open. Clothes were spread out on the bed and several chef uniforms were displayed. Arya guessed this was Hot Pie's room. She made a move to open the second one but was stopped.
"No! That's Gendry's room!" he called through the living room.
"Who's Gendry?"
"My friend, he's a student here too."
"So, where is he?"
"I don't know! He said something about there not being enough keys for the three of us and walked out. He'll probably be back later."
Arya shrugged and entered the third room. Besides the basic decorating, which consisted of a bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe and set of a desk and chair, it was empty. The walls were a shade of pale yellow and the bedspread was white.
"Nice" she muttered sarcastically. It really wasn't. It was boring. With all the extravagance outside you'd think they could afford to properly decorate a room, at least with better colors.
But either way she started to unpack her things. It was a slow torturing process to put all of her clothes inside the wardrobe. Her mother had made sure that she had enough clothes with her to last a lifetime here at campus, not that she would need much of the clothes packed. She wasn't like Sansa, she didn't need a whole suit case when spending the weekend at a friend's house.
When she packed up her toiletries something struck her. Arya panicked for a nanosecond. She had shared bathrooms with boys her whole life, she did have four brothers after all. But since she and Sansa hit puberty Catelyn had insisted they would have a bathroom of their own since they had very different needs than boys do. And Arya couldn't help but agree. Sharing a bathroom with two boys when the trash can would be filled with bloody tampons and pads on a monthly basis or always having to explain that it takes time to shave your legs wasn't something she looked forward to.
Therefore she immediately rushed out of her new bedroom and almost attacked Hot Pie when entering the kitchen.
"Hot Pie!"
"Seven hells, Arry! You scared me!" She completely ignored the notion of having scared him.
"How many bathrooms are there in this apartment?"
"Two, why?" She exhaled quickly, feeling much calmer.
"Good, dibs on one of them."
"There's one just inside the door in the hallway and one over there by the TV. I've already put my stuff in the one in the hallway so take the one by the living room."
She smiled at him, thankful. "Thanks. You're the best!"
"I know" he responded cheekily. "Hey, the pie is almost ready, wanna have a piece when it is?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm just gonna finish packing in the mean time." Hot Pie nodded at her and then continued to do the dishes.
Arya moved all of her toiletries from the bags to her bathroom. She was pleased to see that the bathroom was complete with towels and hand soap. Then she took out some photographs she had brought with her. There was one with her entire family gathered (except Jon), one with her, Bran and Rickon, one of her and Nymeria as a puppy, one of her parents at their wedding and finally her favorite: the one of her and Jon hugging. She placed that one on the bedside table. Arya missed him so much. Jon was working as a security guard at the wall which meant almost no spare time what so ever.
She walked into the living room and found Hot Pie sitting on the couch, slicing up the pie he baked earlier. Two plates were set out on the coffee table and the TV was playing at a low volume.
"Perfect timing" Hot Pie announced as she sat down beside him and leaned her back against the armrest. He put a slice of the pie on the plate and offered it to her. "Eat all you want. Choose to see this however you want, but my classes require me to practice a lot of cooking after class too so there will be a lot of food around the house."
"I love anyone who can bail me out of cooking!"
Hot Pie laughed. "I love you too!" Arya started to laugh too, and soon they were both just laughing without really knowing what they were laughing at anymore.
"So…" Arya said as she finally composed herself. "You're a cooking major?"
"Yep. Second year. And why are you here, freshman?"
She stuck her tongue out at him for calling her a 'freshman' before answering. "I got a fencing scholarship."
"Nice. Where're you from?"
"Winterfell."
"And you chose to come all the way to King's Landing?" He asked this very skeptically.
Arya shrugged. "Syrio Forel is teaching here, so who the hell am I to say no? He's like the god of fencing, Hot Pie! How could anyone say no to an offer to train for him?"
"Never heard of him, so I wouldn't know…"
Arya's jaw dropped. "How can you not have heard of him?! He's like a living legend!" And after that she was giving him a full on explanation about Syrio Forel and why he was the god of fencing. Hot Pie just shut up and ate his piece of the pie. Arya was sure he stopped listening after a while but she didn't care. Her whole family was sick and tired of her always talking about him, and now to have someone new to talk his ears off about her idol was like stepping into a warm shower after a cold day in Winterfell.
After a while the door opened and closed again. Arya sat with her back to it and was too lazy to turn around and look at who it was but she could hear the person taking off his or her jacket and putting it on the shelf. Whoever it was disappeared into the bathroom for a while and then return.
"Gendry come here, there's pie!" Hot Pie called.
"I think I've had enough of your pies for the week, but thanks." He spoke in a deep, low, husky voice. The sound of it sent a jolt of electricity down directly to her core. She always loved men with deep voices. It sounded so sexy. He walked past the couch, so far with his back towards Arya. He was so tall and with broad shoulders. His thick, black hair stood out in every angle possible. Then he turned around and faced them. She was struck by his eyes. An electrifying shade of blue looked at her with confusion. "Who the fuck are you?"
Because of his sultry voice, she let that one slide. "I'm your new amazing roommate Arya Stark." She couldn't help but think that he flinched a little bit at her words. Maybe she was just imagining things. Arya watched as he let his gaze size her up and down.
"Well, welcome then, Milady." And with those words and left them and walked inside his room, shutting the door behind her. Milady? Milady? So far the only good thing about this guy was his looks. I'm not a lady!
"Does he always act like a bull?" Arya asked Hot Pie.
"Depends on how you look at it" Hot Pie answered. "If you're used to it, then no. But if you're not used to it, then yes."
Arya huffed. She didn't know Gendry, but so far he seemed like a stupid bull with a stick shoved up his ass.
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