I noticed him the minute he walked in. With that stupid hair, who wouldn't. Red with a white streak? Please, you're not bacon. Hair aside, though, that kid was nothing short of beautiful. I stared at him as he talked to the teacher. Ms. Melisandre pointed to me.
Of course he had to sit right by me. It apparently reads in the universal book of bullshit that when there is a new kid, Arya Stark is the one to seat him by. I glanced over at him, and was embarrassed when he caught me. He offered up his name.
"My name is Jaqen H'ghar." Fucking stupid name. His voice was smooth, with some crazy accent I couldn't place.
"Arya."
His eyes crinkled as he smiled. They were blue, almost like Sansa's, except hers were prettier. Everything about her was always prettier. I wondered if Jaqen had met Sansa first, would he still be here crinkling his eyes at me like that? The rest of biology passed in silence, and when the bell finally rang, I threw my things into my bag and headed off to find my friends Hot Pie and Gendry.
No one actually knows what Hot Pie's real name is, nor do they care. They called him Hot Pie because Joffrey once force fed him a pie until he threw up, and was eventually rescued by Gendry. Gendry, not a lot of messed with him. He was everything Hot Pie was not: tall, muscular, and not hideous.
I spotted them beneath the choir banner in the commons of the school. My sister stood near them, handing out flyers for the choir auditions later on. Of course, she would make it. She was fucking perfect, wasn't she?
"Gendry! Hot Pie!" I called, over the roar of the crowd. Lunchtime was crazy, everyone racing for the doors like a fucking stampede. I snorted at the mental image of everyone as cows. Gendry sauntered over, Hot Pie in tow.
"I'm hungry for Chipotle, dude. Let's go." Gendry grabbed my shoulder and pushed his way through the crowd, trying to reach a door. He wasn't paying attention and ran into one of the meanest mother fuckers I'd ever met. I don't even know how Gendry hadn't seen Sandor. The Hound's ugly, burnt face was like a beacon, people scrambled to stay out of the way for him before he crushed them with his iron rage. I'd seen what he could do first hand.
"Watch it, asshole." The Hound's quiet snarl could be heard over the crowd. Although he was smaller than Sandor, Gendry always boasted about how he could take the Hound in a fight, but no one actually believed him. Predictably, I watched Gendry apologize to him, before continuing on his way.
"You could have taken him right?" I teased him as we reached the piece of shit that he rode around in. Gendry's ears turned red. Hot Pie spoke up.
"Maybe he was just too hungry." I laughed at that.
"That's gotta be the most bullshit excuse I have ever heard."
"Well, he didn't attack me!" Gendry exclaimed. I loved antagonizing people. Gendry reacted almost as well as Sansa did.
"Still pretty weak, dude."
Gendry grumbled as he unlocked the car and we climbed in. I dug around in my backpack for my wallet. As the car sputtered down the street, weaving through traffic to the best of it's abilities, I saw him.
Bacon hair floated over the long line of cars, bobbing as he walked with his weird ass strut. He got closer to our car, cigarette dangling from long, thin fingers. I saw the smoke roll out from between his lips. Before I knew what I was doing, I had opened the car door.
"Jaqen, come on. Get in!" I called over the sounds of people honking at me and Hot Pie's incredulous grunting. He looked up, blue eyes brightening at me. Taking another drag, he threw the cigarette down and stomped on it before climbing in the car with us.
"Hello, lovely girl." His smile bright, like a movie star's. I could see Gendry out of the corner of my eye. He looked pissed.
It's been obvious to me since day one that Gendry had his little "thing" for me. I didn't know what to call it. Lust? Crush? I don't know. At first it felt good, because for once someone was interested in me, not Sansa, but when I realized that I would probably never feel for Gendry what he felt for me, the novelty faded. I didn't like it, the way he looked at me when he thought I couldn't see.
Silently, he pulled up to Chipotle. I flung open my door and dashed towards the restaurant. "Hurry up!"
Jaqen looked nervous. "I've never eaten here before," he confessed. I took his hand.
"It's my favorite," I assured him. Doors swinging shut behind me, I didn't miss Gendry's expressin as he followed me and Jaqen into the restaurant.
Hey! I've been kind of busy (read: i got Netflix) since I finished WFLT, so I haven't posted as much stuff as I wanted to. Before making this official, I wanted to go ahead and try to get your opinions on it. What's working, what can go? I'm planning on making it a little dark, a little angsty. I appreciate any, and all, input. Thank you.
Raynie
