"Arya if you don't wake up this instant I swear to you…" Catelyn Stark stood tall over her daughter's bed. Her red curls falling down her back and her Tully blue eyes shimmered with the morning sunrise. Her blue eyes, or as Arya liked to call them "blue daggers" were fixated on Arya's slumbering body. Arya stirred trying to adjust her position, Catelyn watched clenching her fists in annoyance. Catelyn looked at Arya's nightstand and spotted a glass of water, she picked it up without hesitation and held it over Arya's head.

"I will count to three…one…two…three." Catelyn dumped the water on her daughter's head letting the cold wake her up.

Arya shot straight out of bed and glared at her mother, "What the fu— ''

"Ah," Catelyn cut her off, "Language Arya! Hurry and get ready for school, you have five minutes."

Arya grunted as she got out of bed and headed towards the restroom to dry herself off. Arya grabbed a towel off the wall and began to ring her hair dry. Arya peered into the mirror and notices how long her hair really was. She always despised the length of her hair, she felt as if it made her look five years younger than her actual age. Every inch that grew made her look another year younger. Her dark brown hair lay in waves just beneath her breast. Her breasts were small, which Arya was grateful for, she never really wanted to attract male attention. Which probably explained why she only had one friend at college. Arya threw her towel on the ground deciding she was done with her self-evaluation and reentered her room, she picked up black tights she found on the floor and put them one quickly. Arya could already hear her mother screaming for her to hurry up. Arya quickly found the baggy army green knit sweater she was looking for and pulled it over her head. She rushed downstairs grabbing her bag and car keys, Arya was stopped abruptly by her mother. Catelyn studied Arya from head to toe and left her eyes on Arya's feet. Arya peered down wondering what was wrong only to see that she wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Motherfucker!" Arya screamed.

Catelyn narrowed her eyes, "Arya Lyanna Stark I will not tolerate that language in this household!"

Arya ignored her mother's comment and brushed past her to grab her Doc Martens. Arya ran to the driveway barefoot and opened her car door and threw all her junk in the passenger seat.

Arya sped through the streets on her way to Kings Landing College. She sighed in relief when the school came into view, but her attention was averted when a man on a black motorcycle cut her off. Arya slammed on her breaks and honked her horn.

Without hesitation Arya rolled down her window and began yelling at the man, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ASSHOLE?!"

The man on the motorcycle turned in her direction and lifted his visor revealing his crystal blue eyes, he waved mockingly and flashed Arya a brilliant smile. Arya scowled and showed him how ladylike she was by flipping him off. Arya took notice that there was bull horns painted on the man's helmet.

"Someone needs to compensate for their cock." Arya stated to herself.

She pulled into the student lot and took her usual spot by the heart tree; she peered at the clock on the dashboard only to see that she had ten minutes to spare.

Arya frowned, "I knew she was fucking exaggerating. I could be sleeping right now." Arya reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed her boots, she slipped her foot in and began to lace the first shoe when there was a tap on Arya's window. She looked up to see a round boy with deep brown eyes peering at her.

Arya unlocked her door and cracked it open, "What do you want Hot Pie?"

Hot Pie's smile turned into a thin line, "I was trying to say good morning, but it looks like someone decided to wear bitch this morning."

Arya chuckled appreciating his snide comment, "Well at least you have a back bone now." Arya grabbed her bag and climbed out of her car.

"I still can't believe you drive that." Hot Pie looked at Arya's beat up 1970 Boss 302 Mustang with a look of distaste.

"Don't talk about Nymeria that way."

"That thing has a name!" Hot Pie looked at her obviously suppressing the urge to laugh. They had already made it to the top steps of the school.

Arya turned to Hot Pie, "Okay, I know it looks bad, but she runs great! Probably better than that BMW your parents bought for you."

Hot Pie rolled his eyes, "Yeah okay."

They both walked through the halls saying nothing more to each other. Arya was happy she had Hot Pie as a friend, he understood her attitude and always knew when to shut up. Hot Pie's parents had worked for the government like Arya's, well his parent's were assistants to her father. Arya had always felt like her and Hot Pie were born into the wrong families they never wanted fame and money, but they got it anyways. All Arya wanted to do was travel around the country in her car, race someone here and there, but her mother would never allow it.

Arya remembered the conversation her and her mother had the week prior:

"Arya you must apply to uni! Sansa did and look where she is at one of the top university's in Westeros, Red Keep!"

Arya shook her head wanting to erase the feeling of her mother nagging her.

"Arry…hullo"

Arya blinked and refocused her attention on Hot Pie, "Hm?"

"You didn't hear a single word I said."

"And you are correct!"

Hot Pie rolled his eyes in annoyance and repeated, "I was asking if you were going to the Gala tonight!"

Arya groaned, she had completely forgotten about the Gala, for once. The Gala was the only thing stupid Sansa could talk about.

"Thanks for reminding me." She said sarcastically, "It is the only thing Sansa will talk about."

"So I won't be alone!" Hot Pie said cheerfully.

Arya rolled her eyes, "If I could ditch I would, but noooo my father has to be the fucking prime minister."

"I figured you would say something like that," Hot Pie reached for his bag and pulled out a carton of cigarettes.

Arya looked at Hot Pie with a bored expression, "You know we are old enough to purchase our own cigarettes right?"

"Smell them." Hot Pie held one out to her, Arya took it and place it under her nose.

"Spliff?" Arya said with her eyebrows raised. Hot Pie smiled and nodded as she handed it back to him, "Well tonight surely will be interesting."

They continued down the hall together until they reached their first class. Most of the seats were already taken so her and Hot Pie headed towards their usual seats in the back.

"What do you think Sansa will make you wear tonight?" Hot Pie whispered.

"Probably some prissy dress that makes me look like a fucking wanker." Hot Pie snorted and the class turned to stare at the pair. Professor Mordane glided toward their seats with a sour expression.

"And what is it that you two deem so important to disrupt my class?" Mordane crossed her arms and glared at Arya for an answer.

"Nothing professor." Arya replied dully, she was used to the same old routine from Professor Mordane.

Mordane narrowed her eyes in defiance, "Miss Arya Stark please do share with the class the important matter."

Arya looked at Mordane raising her eyebrows and accepting the challenge, "Well, I was saying how pissed I am going to get at the Gala tonight and how I am going to fuck every member of the council." The class stood silent for a few moments before people began to snicker. Professor Mordane's smug smile turned into a thin line as her face began to change colors from her usual pale complextion to purple and finally to beet red. Arya knew the screams would start any minute now.

"ARYA STARK! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM THIS INSTANT! DO NOT RETURN UNTIL YOU HAVE LEARNED TO SPEAK TO YOUR SUPERIORS!"

"Gladly." Arya stood up from her seat and grabbed her bag. Arya thought her exit was a bit over dramatic, but she was happy to get out of class. Arya immediately pulled out her phone and texted Hot Pie:

I will see you at lunch.

Arya knew where she would go for the rest of the period, auto shop. Arya always felt more comfortable in the shop with all the grease and the clink of metal parts. Being in the shop brought back memories of when her and Jon used to work on her car. It hurt Arya to think of Jon, he left over two years ago and yet the pain remained. When Jon made the decision to leave for the military Arya was the first to know.

"Jon you don't have to go." Arya was trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

Jon looked at Arya with his grey eyes, "Arya, there are better things out there for me. This will give me the opportunity to see the world."

"Is this because of my mother because I can-''

"No." Jon cut her off his face showing pain, "I know your mom and I don't have the best relationship, but this is a decision I have made on my own." Jon looked at Arya and forced a smile. Arya immediately threw her arms around Jon and embraced her favorite brother.

"I am going to miss you." Arya whispered as a tear fell down her cheek. Jon held her tightly not wanting to let go. Jon and Arya were the only ones who portrayed any of the Stark traits: grey eyes and wavy dark hair. Arya knew her and Jon had a connection even though they had a six-year age difference, regardless of their age Arya and Jon had shared the same dream of travelling the world.

Arya was the first to pull away from their embrace, "I could never comprehend why mother treats you so badly."

Pain was shot across Jon's expression, "Arya…"

"Jon I am not a fucking idiot. But she cannot stay mad at you for something father did years ago. I mean your mother had you before they were married. Mother acts like he cheated." Arya looked down on the floor wishing she hadn't said anything.

"People make mistakes Arya, that is just the way life goes."

"You aren't a mistake Jon. It just isn't fair."

Jon picked her chin up and stared into her eyes, "Remember this Arya life won't be fair to any of us. Regardless if I am a bastard or not, I know father loves me just the same and that is all I need to know." Arya smiled once more and hugged Jon.

"Aside from all this serious banter I have something for you." Jon reached into his back pocket and hand Arya a pair of car keys. "Here."

"You're giving me the Boss?" Arya said smiling.

Jon returned the smile, "We have been working on it for so long I decided that it was about time that I give it to you."

"Jon I am only fourteen I can't even drive yet!"

"Well, keep fixing it and drive it when you get your license. And remember if you do decide to race…"

"Stick with em' till the very end." Arya finished. Arya hugged Jon once more realizing just how much she was going to miss her brother.

Four years later and Arya still misses Jon. The family hasn't heard any word from him, but Arya knows better. She has seen her mother hide the letters and postcards that come from Jon. Arya hates her mother a little more each time she hides another letter about Jon whereabouts. One year Catelyn was unable to hide the package Jon had for Arya, she quickly grabbed it and opened to see its contents. Inside the box was a camo jacket that had a patch with Jon's name on it. Every chance Arya had she wore it as a reminder that her brother was still alive.

Arya was unaware that she had reached the entrance of the auto shop, she quickly refocused her attention on the open door to the shop. She walked inside to see a man's motorcycle helmet on a table along with various wrenchs. Arya looked at the helmet noticing it immediately.

"What the fuck!" Arya said allowed.

"Hullo?" a deep voice answered back. "I am in the back working on the engine, Mott care to give me a hand?"

Arya headed towards the direction of the voice, she saw a man bent over working under the hood. He had broad shoulders and his arms were muscular, Arya could not help but wonder what his muscle's felt like. Arya stood there staring when he turned around.

"Well you're not Mott." His blue eyes stared into her grey ones and Arya felt herself blush. She clenched her fists remembering that she should be angry with him.

"You fucking twat!" She yelled as she pushed his chest.

The man smiled at her and laughed, "Pleased to meet you too m'lady."

Arya felt herself growl, "You wanker you fucking cut me the fuck off this morning you fuck!"

"Well that language isn't very lady like?" he smirked enjoying every moment of her rage.

Arya felt herself clench her fists, "Wanker."

"Gendry." He held his hand out for her to shake, but Arya just stared at his hand. "Look I am sorry for cutting you off this morning, I was running late and…"

"Save it." Arya relaxed and took his hand; she felt a shock go throughout her body when their skin touched. Arya let go of his hand quickly blushing.

"And your name?"

"Arya."

A/N: Okay I know the story is starting out a bit slow, but trust me it will build up and everything will go by quickly after the Gala chapter. I will be posting chapters every Sunday! Please review it can help me shape the story more. Oh and I will have one more chapter up before the Gala chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it!