Gendry hit the slot with such force he almost bent the key. His rage was just under the point of controllable; he had just enough self control to refrain from screaming at her. He had to say nothing. He had to keep his mouth shut. If he opened his gob right now, nothing good would come out it. It was bad enough that she was here, pissed and unable to get herself home should something go wrong, which was inevitable in a place like that, but the flirting... that was another thing. Some little fucker who thinks he's a punk. He probably never even heard of the Sex Pistols. Skinny, blonde haired little twat.

I should have decked him and his little buddy for getting her so wasted

Gendry said to himself, the build up of rage in his chest forming into a solid lump of fury constricting his lungs.

The car sped out of the parking lot, sending gravel flying everywhere. He could see people looking at him, but didn't give a fuck. They were hardly the type to call the Guards over dangerous driving, or anything else for that matter. He was so caught up in his head he didn't even know if he was driving the right way. She said nothing, so that was probably a good sign that he was going the right direction. She'd have no problem pointing out his mistake.

Godshite... she called me a gobshite! After that twat she was flirting with, I'm the godshite? And I'm doing her a favour! I carry her to the fucking car and she gives me shit!

"Can you relax your driving a little? We're going to get pulled over." Arya asked him, her tone a lot less venomous than a few moments before.

He said nothing, just kept his eyes ahead on the road and his mouth firmly shut. He did slow down, though. Last thing he needed was to get pulled over with a drunken sixteen year old in his car at two in the morning. After a few minutes, she tried speaking to him again.

"Are you going to tell Jon about me being at the fight?"

Still nothing.

"Are you planning on talking to me at all?" Arya demanded of him in the voice of a petulant child.

He still made no response. She knew he was extremely angry, but she wasn't sure why. Yes, she was on the wrong side of the city... the dodgy side, and she was drunk, but he wasn't her brother. He was just Jon's friend who she made eggs for once a week. It seemed like they were driving forever, but they had reached the city centre which wasn't that far from the fight. She sighed heavily, annoyed by his silence and obvious anger.

"You're acting a bit crazy... I mean, you're not Jon... I don't get why you care so much what I do?"

This was the final straw for Gendry. He pulled into a side street abruptly and stopped the car. His knuckles were white as he clung to the steering wheel and took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily to try and control the level of his voice. As much as he wanted to kill her right now, Arya was still a sixteen year old girl, so shouting and screaming at her was not a good idea. He wasn't her father or her brother.

"You're at a cage fight, drunk with some guy... and you don't get why I'm angry? What the fuck is wrong with you, Arya?" he said, starring ahead without looking at her, the only way he could keep his composure.

She was annoyed by his tone. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? She asked to herself.

"Ya... I went to a fight, big deal! I had a few drinks, jeez... I'm sixteen! You swear I was a kid or something." She spat back.

Gendry looked at her for the first time since they left the fight. His eyes, though no longer black with anger, were still quite terrifying. If she hadn't him, known he was good guy who would never hurt a woman, she would be wetting herself right now. It took a moment for him to speak. His frightening eyes seemed to soften a little as he looked at her. He shook his head a little before saying,

"Some of the people at those fights are dangerous, fuck! Most of those people are dangerous. You could have got hurt."

"I didn't though, did I?" she all but stuck out her tongue at him.

He was getting annoyed again.

"Who was that guy?" he demanded.

"Lommy? I don't know... him and Mycah just helped me get in." She answered, her voice sounding a little confused by his interest.

"Ya... and helped you get drunk. He was all over you." Gendry replied loathing and disgust dripping from his tone.

Arya was truly shocked. She knew he would be angry about going to someplace so dangerous, but getting this angry about some guy she was talking to was completely unexpected.

"What?" she asked baffled before registering what he was implying? "No he wasn't... what are you talking about? We were just having a conversation about movies."

"Umm, movie conversation... ya, it looked like that to me. He was trying it on, Arya, and you didn't seem to mind."

Arya's mouth fell open, her anger at him replaced by utter bewilderment.

Gendry did not want to have this conversation. He did not want Arya to know that he was jealous. Hell, he didn't even know he was jealous until just now. How the fuck had this happened? He asked himself. He had no answer, but it had happened, was happening right now, no doubt in his mind.

He had thought that he was angry at her for being stupid and putting herself in danger, but when he looked at her just now he felt an ache in his chest that was undeniable. He wanted to be the guy she flirted with and he wanted to punch that other twat on the nose. No real damage, just a bloody warning to keep his hand to himself, she was taken, not to be flirted with.

The look on her face was strange. If he didn't know Arya Stark better he'd swear she was feeling venerable. She looked so pretty. Her eyes searching for anywhere to look but at him, a faint blush on her cheeks. Pink lips slightly open, asking to be kissed.

Fuck, don't start thinking like that. She's too young and Jon's sister. He reminded himself. It was best just not to look at her at all. Safer that way.

He stared to think of Lommy talking and laughing with her in the hall, up close and whispering in her ear. He felt anger build up in him while he watched them. It was returning again just thinking about it.

He had always liked Arya as a friend. She was different from other girls and funny. He had never thought of her like that really. Of course he noticed when she filled out and developed over the years. It was unavoidable sometimes to notice her, even if it did make him feel like a bit of a sleaze. He remembered one Saturday in particular when she came over to make breakfast. She was wearing a new pair of jeans which were tighter than usual and really hugged her shape. She had her hair down, for once, and it was cut in a jagged line down her jaw. She had done something to her eyes to make them darker than usual, kinda like tonight. It made her look like a little punk. An edgy, sexy little punk. Still, he had never thought of her as someone he would ever hook up with. Could ever hook up with. It just wasn't something that could ever happen so why bother thinking about it? It was all he could think about right now, though. This feeling wasn't going anywhere. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. I'm fucked.

Arya just sat there, staring at her hands, out the window, the dashboard, her mouth still open a little. She didn't know what he meant by his last comment. Was he mad about Lommy? Why did I drink so much? I have no idea what's going on!

"Nothing to say now?" Gendry finally said.

"I don't get what you're so angry about, Gen... I was just talking." And then the alcohol took over and she got defensive.

"What business is it of yours anyway? So what if he was trying it on?"

That was not what Gendry wanted to hear.

"Your right Arya... you can fuck who you like. It's none of my business." Gendry now sounding like a petulant child.

Arya lost herself for a second, just enough time to slap Gendry, hard, across the face.

"I wasn't going to fuck anyone, you bastard!" she yelled.

The blow left a stinging sensation on his cheek and the thought of her fucking guy, a sick feeling in his stomach.

"That's not what it looked like to me. He certainly though he was going to get some... I just thought you had more self-worth than to shag some guy you just met."

Arya went to hit him again, but before she could, he grabbed her hand. Struggling with him she shouted,

"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to me like that? Let go of me." She screamed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Milady. I forgot I was talking to a princess." He said sarcastically. "I will let go when you stop trying to hit me."

"I'll stop fighting you when you stop lying about me." She shouted, struggling against his iron grip.

"What did I lie about?"

"I wasn't going to fuck anyone... I have never even kissed anyone... so you can go fuck yourself you stupid bastard!"

Gendry dropped her hand immediately and starred at her, his eyes wide and face drained of colour. Did I just hear that right? Nah... She can't have said that. Is it even possible that a sixteen year old has never been kissed these days?

But the way she hugged her small body, her downcast stare and increasing reddening cheeks told him that he had heard her correctly.

Oh god, what the fuck have I just accused her of? Holy fuck, I am a gobshite!

Arya realised what she said, dropped her eyes and blushed profusely. She was so embarrassed she thought she might throw up. She felt her eyes begin to sting. Crying now would be the icing on her shame cake and there was no way she was going to do. She swallowed her embarrassment and decided to get angry again. She thought about what he had just said to her. It didn't take long for the rage to return.

She looked at him from the corner of her dry eye.

"You are a real bastard, Gendry Waters."

She turned and got out of the car before he could catch her.

"Wait, Arya... wait." He called as he exited the car and went after her.

There was a lot of taxi's passing by. Arya tried to wave one down. There was no way she was getting back into Gendry's car.

"Arya, don't be mad... I was just angry about you being at the fight. I never should have said that about Lommy, or whatever his name is. Don't run off." He pleaded.

"I'm getting a taxi home... fuck off and leave me alone." She said, without looking at him.

"I didn't mean to upset up, really. I just assumed that you would have... ya know, loads of boyfriends... I never thought you were so... innocent." He was stumbling over his words, embarrassed, and making things worse judging by the look on her face.

"I'm not innocent... I am... I...," she was stuck for words for the first time in her life. She composed herself, sticking out her hand to flag down another passing taxi. This one stopped.

"Don't go like this, Arya." he begged.

She turned to him as she got in the cab, looked him straight in the eye and said calmly, "Ya know what Gendry? You can just fuck off and go to hell."