a/n: Set in the Modern World of NWHS, alternate. Includes lots of swearing and minor violence throughout. Enjoy!
Index:
NWHS = North Winter High School
NW(H) = North Winter (High)
SSHS = South Summer High School
SS(H) = South Summer (High)

Ages are as listed:

Robb - 17
Jon - 17
Sansa - 15
Arya - 14
Bran - 10
Rickon - 8
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Fic Summary: NWHS & SSHS are rivals schools. Trying to get some info, Jon and Robb send their sister Arya in disguised as a boy to get the dirt, but is quickly found out by another student Gendry Waters. Does he turn her over, or join her cause?

Chapter Summary:

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North Winter High School
vs.
South Summer High School

Prologue:
Mission Alpha: Disguise

"I can't breathe." Arya protested.

"If you have enough breath to complain, then you can breathe just fine."

She glowered at his reflection in the mirror, grunting as he gave the binding around her chest an extra tug for good measure. "Why me again?"

"Because of your sparkling personality, that's why!" Jon said albeit sarcastically, rolling his dark eyes. "Because you have a brain, and would blend in more easily."

"What he mean's to say," Robb said, coming into the bedroom, "is that you look like boy."

Arya spun around and glared at him, her arms crossed over her bound and now even flatter chest. "Just say it plan, bros. Sending in a girl to do a boy's job!" She smirked.

"Oh-ha-ha. Your more boy than girl,"

"You should be nice to me, you know." She told him. "I don't have to do this, it's a favour—to you—so you idiots owe me big!

"You're the on who volunteered!" Robb protested.

"As a favor!" She repeated like he was an idiot.

"Would you two shut up?" Jon groaned, running his fingers through his thick curls. "It's like being around a bunch of children!"

"Don't even start that shit." Robb told him.

"Stop making me regret this and give me the shirt already." Arya sighed, holding out her hand. Jon grabbed the shirt off the hanger that was hanging in his closet and handed it to her.

Arya took it with a disgusted look and slipped the golden-yellow polo shirt over her head and let it settle over her bare shoulders. Her expression stayed the same as she looked at her reflection in the body mirror.

"Please, someone give me a can so I can barf my insides out." Arya said in contempt. The South Summer High School uniform was a golden-yellow polo shirt, black tight-fitting shorts that ended above the knee, and tennis shoes—on the breast of the shirt was the coat of arms of the Lannisters who founded the school; red lion crest on the breast with Hear Me Roar! scrawled in Latin beneath it as the motto. Arya gagged, and Robb was trying to repress sniggers behind her. "Ugh. Why am I doing this again?" She turned to her brothers so that she didn't have to look at herself anymore.

Mission Alert: Code YellowMission Recap

"Because those bastards broke into our school and left, like, thirty stray cats in our cafeteria over the weekend. By Monday, all the food was contaminated, there was cat shit and piss everywhere. It's been a week and the place still smells like a litter box!" Jon nose wrinkled as he was reminded of the smell.

"Cat's are disgusting!" Robb said. "They shit in the house, in an open box that just sits there and stinks, and cat litter gets all over the place. And they hack up hairballs," he shuddered. "Disgusting creatures."

"I can't believe I cut my hair for this shit!" Arya exclaimed, tugging at her short locks that framed her face. "It better be worth it."

"It will." Jon assured her, stepping up to his sister and setting his hands on her narrow shoulders. "All you got to do is go to SSH, take a look around, get a feel for the place, get some stats—then come back and we can come up with a plan of action."

"Maybe we should paint their walls with dog shit, see how they like it." Robb said darkly.

"Jesus, Robb!" Jon exclaimed as he and Arya looked at their brother open-mouthed.

"I was joking!" He mutter, "sorta."

"That's all?" Arya said to Jon. "Just scout the place out? If that was all, why the hell did I cut my hair?!"

"Hey, you did that on your own." Jon protested.

She scowled at him. "That's 'cause I thought this would be a long term thing, you know. Go in there disguised, integrate myself into the in-crowd. Become friends with that prick Joffrey—'cause his grandfather's the Principle of the school, and his step-dad the Vice—get the dark secrets... then strike!" Her clenched fist smack her palm as she started to chuckle a little madly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Robb wondered.

"Nothing, nothing..." Arya straightened and looked between them shiftily.

"Are you're sure you're okay?" Jon asked, looking a little concerned.

She cleared her throat and tugged the shirt away from his bound chest. "I don't know, it's this uniform, it's so pretentious and douche-y—it kind of makes me want to belittle and look down at people."

"So nothing new, then." Robb remarked.

"Ha ha." She said sarcastically and punched him in the shoulder. "So, how we gonna explain my absence at NW, if I'm going to be spying at SS?"

"Got that covered. The reason why we waited so long to do this was because dad's at a conference in Pyke, and mother's helping at Lysa with Robin being sick. They'll be back Friday morning so all we have to do is call the school and pretend to be mother saying that you're sick. With just Mr. Luwin checking on us from next door, we'll be fine." Jon looked a little proud of his cleverness.

"Clever boy!" Robb deadpanned, slapping his brother's back.

"Okay! Get in, get the Intel., get out, then get revenge." Arya clapped. "Mission, Destroy Pretentious Pricks is a go!"

-tbc-

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