10 THINGS SHE HATES ABOUT GENDRY
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Chapter 2
After classes, Sansa and Margaery were walking in the courtyard, when Joffrey and his minions spotted them.
-Virgin alert, one of them discreetly said. Your favourite.
The girls exchanged smiles and looks with the boys.
-Looking good, ladies, Joffrey complimented as they walked away.
-Oh, she's out of reach, even for you, his friend said.
-No one's out of reach for me, the blond boy grumbled.
-You wanna put some money on that ?
-Money, I've got. This, I'm gonna do for fun, he replied with a wicked grin.
Across the courtyard, Jon was looking with disgust to the blond prick.
-Who's that guy ?
-That's Joffrey Lannister. He's a jerk off, and a model, Brandon replied.
-He's a model ?
-A model. Mostly regional stuff, but he's rumoured to have a big tube sock ad coming out.
-Really ? Jon laughed.
-Really.
Then Jon spotted Sansa and all other thoughts vanished from his mind.
-Man, look at her. Is she always so…
-Vapid ? Brandon completed.
-How can you say that ? She's totally…
-Conceited.
-What are you talking about ? There's more to her than you think. Look at the way she smiles, and look at her eyes, man. She's totally pure. You're missing what's there.
-No, no, Jon, no. What's there is a snotty little princess wearing a strategically planned cute skirt to make guys like us realize that we can never touch her, and guys like Joffrey realize that they want to. She, my friend, is what we will spend the rest of our lives not having. Put her in your spank bank, move on.
-No, no. You're wrong about her. I mean, you know, not about the spanking part, but the rest, you're wrong.
-All right… I'm wrong ? You wanna take a shot, be my guest. She's actually looking for a Valyrian tutor, Brandon told him.
-Are you serious ? That's perfect ! Jon exclaimed.
-Do you speak Valyrian ?
-Well, no, but I will.
Arya was now walking on the parking lot, talking to her friend Myrcella Baratheon. Myrcella was a sweet girl, very calm, Shakespeare fan, politically committed. She was pretty with her smooth blond waves, her green eyes and contagious smile. She was wearing simple blue jeans and a simple grey t-shirt. They were reaching Arya's car when a Red Ferrari pulled up next to them.
-Hey, Joffrey casually smiled. Your little worker look is out, Ari.
Arya wasn't the type of girl to spend her day in her closet so she was always simply dressed. Today she had a stripped black and silver jumper, and a black overall, with red and black snickers. Some strands of her hair were braided, giving her a wild style.
-Didn't you read last month's Whisperer ? Joffrey continued.
-Run along, she simply replied with an eye-roll.
-I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be under whelmed, Margaery was asking. But can you ever just be "whelmed" ?
-I think you can in Essos, Sansa answered with a thoughtful look.
-Hi, ladies, Joffrey interrupted as he pulled just beside them. Would you sweet young things like a ride ?
The girl shared an excited smile and hurried in the car.
-That's a charming new development, Myrcella commented from Arya's car.
-It's disgusting, Arya growled.
She started the engine but Brandon on his motorcycle stopped just in front of her car.
-Remove head from sphincter, then drive ! the petite girl shouted at him.
Brandon hurried away and stopped in front of Jon.
-You okay ? the taller one asked.
-Yeah. Just a minor encounter with the shrew. That's your girlfriend's sister.
-That's Sansa's sister ?!
Jon was bewildered to hear that.
-The mewling, rampalian wretch herself. Stay cool, bro.
-Yeah, see you later Bran, Jon smiled as Brandon went away.
-Look out ! someone screamed.
Brandon was going right into a car. He turned at the last moment and started driving down the slope that led to the jousting fields. Everyone hurried to see him. Eventually he crashed on the grass without injuries. He got up, noticed everyone looking at him, and raised his arms like a champion, earning a round of applause.
Back at home after having dropped Myrcella at her own house, Arya sit comfortably in an armchair with a book. She was reading when her father came home.
-Hello, Arya. Make anyone cry today ?
-Sadly, no. But it's only four thirty.
Sansa arrived in the living room.
-Hi, Daddy.
-Hello, precious, Eddard smiled.
-And where have you been ? Arya asked.
-Nowhere, Sansa answered sweetly.
-Hey, what's this ? It says House of the Black and White, Eddard said as he held an envelope.
Arya immediately grabbed it as she jumped up, looking shocked. She quickly tore apart the envelope and read the paper, before screaming like a mad woman.
-I got in ! I got in !
She jumped on the couch, too happy to care.
-Honey, Eddard started, that's great, but isn't the House of the Black and White on the other side of the Narrow Sea, in Essos ?
-Thus the basis of its appeal, Arya replied.
-I thought we decided you were going to stay here and go to school. "U-Dub", like me. Be a Husky.
Arya rolled her eyes.
-No, you decided.
-Oh, okay, so what, you just pick up and leave, is that it ?
-Let's hope so, Sansa piped in with a huge smile.
-Ask Sansa who drove her home, Arya shot back with a sneaky smirk.
-Ari, don't change the… Drove ? Who drove you home ?
-Now, don't get upset, Daddy, but there's this boy…
-Who's a flaming imbecile, Arya added.
-And I think he might ask me…
-Please, Eddard interrupted. I think I know what he is going to ask you. And I think I know the answer. No. It's always no. What are the two house rules ? Number one, no dating until you graduate. Number two, no dating until you graduate. That's it.
-Daddy, that's so unfair, Sansa protested. Can we focus on me for a second, please ? I am the only girl in school who's not dating.
-Oh, no, you're not. You sister doesn't date, Eddard said.
-And I don't intend to, Arya added.
-And why is that again ?
-Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to that school ?
-Where did you come from ? Sansa spat. Planet Loser ?
-As opposed to Planet Look At Me, Look At Me, Arya retorted.
Eddard clapped his hands to get his daughters' attention back.
-Okay, that's how we solve this one. Old rule out. New rule, Sansa can date… when Ari does.
-What ? Sansa shrieked. But she's a mutant ! What if she never dates ?
-Then you'll never date. Oh, I like that. And I'll get to sleep at night. The deep slumber of a parent whose daughter aren't out being impregnated. We'll talk about Essos later.
-Fine, Arya nodded.
And with that Eddard walked away to the station police where he had just been called. He was a police officer.
-Wait ! Daddy !
-Gotta go, Eddard answered as he closed the door behind him.
Sansa turned to her sister with fury in her eyes.
-Can't you find some blind, deaf retard to take you to the movies so I can have one date ?
-I'm sorry, looks like you'll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Joffrey "Eat Me" Lannister.
-You suck.
-You suck, Arya mimicked as Sansa stormed away.
A few days later, Jon was sitting in the library, reviewing the book of Valyrian he had in front of him, his fingers twitching in nervousness. Sansa was about to come in any minute now. He had successfully managed to be her tutor, and had been working overnights on Valyrian. He decided to go with the casual style, classic checked shirt and jeans. He heard steps approaching and his breath caught in his throat. This was it. Suddenly a small pile of books and copybooks as well as a purse were deposited on the table, and a pretty red-haired girl was sat in front of him.
-Hi, she smiled. Can we make this quick ? Jeyne Poole and Robin Arryn are having an incredibly horrendous public breakup on the quad, again.
She smiled at him, waiting for him to speak.
-Oh, yeah, okay, he eagerly nodded. I thought that we'd start with pronunciation if that's all right with you.
-Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please.
-Well, there is an alternative.
-There is ? she asked with a hopeful face.
Seven Hells, he loved her blue eyes and her smile…
-Yeah, Valyrian food. We could eat some together, Saturday night ?
-You're asking me out ? That's so cute. What's your name again ?
-Jon, he repeated. Listen, I know that your dad doesn't let you date, but I thought that if it was for Valyrian class…
-Oh, wait a minute, James…
-Jon.
-My dad just came up with a new rule. I can date when my sister does.
-You're kidding ? he said with a smile. Let me ask you, do you like horse-riding ? 'cause I read about this ranch on the countryside…
-There's a big problem though, she interrupted. In case you haven't heard, my sister's a particularly hideous breed of loser.
-Yeah. Yeah, I noticed she's a little antisocial. Why is that ?
-Unsolved mystery, Sansa sighed. She used to be really popular, and then it was like she got sick of it or something. Theories abound as to why, but I'm pretty sure she's just incapable of human interaction. Plus, she's a bitch.
-Well, yeah, but I'm sure, you know, that they are lots of guys who wouldn't mind going out with a difficult woman. I mean, you know, people jump out of airplanes and ski off cliffs. It'd be like "Extreme Dating".
-You think you could find someone that extreme ? she suddenly asked, leaning forward.
-Yeah, sure, why not ? Jon shrugged.
-And you'd do that for me ? she continued with her sweet voice, putting her hand on his arm, giving him goose bumps.
-Seven Hells, yes ! I mean, you know, I could look into it.
Before their first class on the next day, Jon met up with Bran.
-Now, the latter said. I have gathered a group of guys, couldn't be more perfect. K.L. High's finest.
Five odd looking boys were standing there.
-Hi, how you doin' ? Jon said. Would any of you be interested in dating Arya Stark ?
They got various reactions, but no volunteer in the end. Then they went to the biology class they had together.
-Did I or did I not tell you it was pointless ? Bran asked. No one will go out with her.
Jon then spotted the guy he nearly ran into on the first day. He was playing around with a butterfly knife, and stabbed the frog they were supposed to work on.
-Hey, and what about him ? he asked.
-Him ? Bran repeated as he turned, then swiftly turned back. No, don't… Don't look at him, okay ? He's a criminal. I heard he lit a state trooper on fire. He just did a year in the Dornish Desert, the rehab centre for young criminals.
-Well, at least he's horny.
-I'm serious man, he's whacked. He sold his own liver on the black market for a new set of speakers.
Jon watched the guy light a cigarette on the lab's firelighters, and his lab partner grab it and throw it away.
-He's our guy, he insisted.
They both turned to examine him, and he caught them staring. They quickly avoided his stare, looking away. They agreed on speaking to him at the next period, he was in the manual class. Jon took a deep breath and went straight to him.
-Hi. How you doin' ? he asked with a smile. Listen, I…
Gendry turned to him and just dig a hole in the Valyrian book he was holding.
-Okay. Later, then.
And he quickly walked away. He met up with Bran again at lunch.
-How do we get him to date Ari ? Bran asked for the twenty-third time.
-I don't know, Jon grumbled. I mean, we could pay him, but we don't have any money.
-Yeah, well, what we need is a backer.
-What's that ? Jon asked.
-Someone with money who's stupid, Bran answered.
They both turned toward Joffrey and chuckled. Bran got up, gathering his courage, and went to the table of the popular guys. He came back to Jon five minutes later.
-What are you doing getting him involved ? Jon urged.
-Relax, now. Relax. We let him pretend he's calling the shots. While he's busy setting things up, you have time with Sansa.
-That is a good idea. All right.
I hope you enjoyed it. See you (hopefully) on saturday for the next chapter !