Hello my lovelys! Chapter two up and ready! I'm going on a short vacation so I won't be able to write anything over the weekend. But I will try to hurry up with the next chapter when I get home! Enjoy this one though!
Chapter 2
Arya's POV
"This is all useless crap" Arya muttered as her teacher in history kept blabbing on, expecting her to take notes.
"It is" her friend Mycah agreed. "But it's crap we have to learn if we want to pass and get into college."
"But seriously, Mycah. This is the 21:st century! When am I ever going to have any gain of knowing what Hitler's grandfather was called? It's not like I knew the bloody guy!"
"Is there a problem, Ms. Stark?" her teacher suddenly called over the classroom, making everyone turn and look at them. Arya forced a sarcastic smile.
"No, Mr. Hedge" Arya said. "Just wondering why you are trying to force this on us? It's not like I'm going to remember it after the test or ever use it in any fucking way." A few of the students smirked in appreciation.
"You are learning this because the school board says so, and please don't swear in my class."
"Fucking hell" Arya cursed, just loud enough for Mr. Hedge to hear her.
"Ms. Stark? Do you want another detention?" Arya raised her hands and shrugged.
"Honestly, I really don't care about detentions."
"Good for you, because you're enjoying one today. My office after your last period." Arya gave him another sarcastic smile before he went back to teaching.
Arya was the first one out of the classroom. Most teachers she could stand, but Mr. Hedge always managed to annoy her no matter what he did. One teacher she did like was her English teacher Ms. Elia Martell. Knowing that she would have her before going to detention was the only thing that gave her the strength to endure the rest of the day.
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"Hi, Ms. Martell" Arya said as she entered the classroom. She was the first to arrive.
"Hello, Arya" Ms. Martell answered with a bright smile on her face. "Having a good day?"
"Not really…"
"Oh? Why?"
"I got detention…again…" Ms. Martell's face became a little stern.
"Why?"
"I cursed during Mr. Hedge's class."
"Well, you shouldn't have done that."
"I know. But he annoys me, like all the time." Ms. Martell chuckled.
"He is a little strict, yes. But you just have to try and stand the hours." Ms. Martell realized that the rest of the class had arrived and started teaching as Arya made her way to her seat. "Good afternoon, class! We're going to continue with our studies on great writers of history. Since we finished William Shakespeare last week, we will continue with Charles Dickens. Who knows when he was born?"
Shireen Baratheon raised her hand, no surprise there.
"Yes, dear?" Ms. Martell said.
"In February 7th, 1812" Shireen said.
"Correct!" Ms. Martell wrote it down on the board.
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"Hey" Mycah said when they met up after class. "Want to go to the gym?"
"I can't" Arya answered. "I have detention with Mr. Pleasant, remember?"
"Oh, right… That sucks."
"Tell me about it. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah, bye." They departed and Arya grabbed her bag and started to walk towards Mr. Hedge's office.
She sighed loudly before entering the door without knocking.
"Knock on the door before entering next time, Ms. Stark" Mr. Hedge said without looking up from whatever it was he was doing. Arya didn't answer. "Ms. Stark?"
"Yes, Mr. Hedge?" Arya asked, pretending not to know what he was talking about
"Knock on the door before you enter next time." Now he looked up.
"Sure…" Mr. Hedge raised his eyebrows towards her for a second, but then looked down again.
"I've already prepared an assignment for you. Sit down."
Arya took her seat and took out a pen and started to work on the questions in front of her. She didn't really pay any attention, writing weak answers here and there. Now and again she took a glance up upon her teacher who determinately ignored her. The time ran by painstakingly slow. Every minute felt like eternity.
The clock reached 17:30, but Mr. Hedge made sure to keep her just a few more minutes longer.
"You can go now, Ms. Stark" he finally said.
Arya was out the door before Mr. Hedge could utter another word to her.
As she walked the stairs and corridors, she muttered curse words and insults towards Mr. Hedge.
"The stupid, fucking, retarded moron! Go and lay in a ditch. Not any of us wants you here! Even the teachers think you're an idiot. Stupid, stupid, stupid…"
No one was left in the school except herself, Mr. Hedge, potential teachers and the cleaning guy. Every student had already gone home, she could feel the rage starting to boil within her like hot water. Arya balled her hands into fists, letting her nails dig into her skin. It hurt, but it helped to relive some of her anger.
Arya went by bus most of the way, but when she reached King's Landing she decided to walk. Suddenly she came to a stop. She stood across the road from Mott's Hardware, and the memory of the boy named Gendry came into her mind. She felt a strong urge to go inside just to see his face, but her head knew better than her heart, she knew she shouldn't. Yet, her feet moved on their own and soon she was inside the store.
Gendry's POV
Gendry had just been assigned the most boring gift this job had to offer. The paperwork. It had to be done, of course, and if he didn't there would be problems. So he did it, but stopping to yawn and let his mind drift off every now and again.
He heard the bell ring, someone had entered.
"I'll take care of it, Mr. Mott" Gendry said hopefully.
"You do that, Gendry" Mott answered. "Just remember to continue with the paperwork later." Gendry promised he would and walked through a door to the main shop.
When he saw who it was, all things tired disappeared from him. It was the girl he helped yesterday. Her name was Arya. She was fairly pretty. Okay, she was beautiful! But he was too old for her, yet he couldn't stop a weird feeling going through him. He just wanted to talk to her, and continue talking forever. Gendry tried to convince himself that it was just his instinct as a salesman and approached her.
"Hello, Arya" he said, trying to sound causal.
"Gendry" she answered. She seemed just as lost as he felt, neither of them seemed to know what to do or say next. Gendry noticed she was still wearing her school bag over her shoulder.
"Did you just get off from school?" he asked dumbly.
"No" Arya answered. "But um… Detention…" She looked at him as if waiting for him to judge her.
"Not judging. I've had quite a few of them myself actually." Arya chuckled lightly.
Gendry noticed how different she looked compared to society. Her stormy gray eyes travelled around the room as if looking for something new to talk about. Her brown hair was slightly tousled and curly. She was short but had a well formed figure. She wore a loose dark red t-shirt that hung down over her shoulder. It was paired with a pair of navy blue jeans and black, laced boots. No makeup or jewelry. And Gendry found it extremely appealing that she didn't give into society's code. But then he mentally slapped himself. She too young! There's no way!
"Is there anything in particular you're looking for?" Gendry asked, trying to focus on selling things and not eyeing a high school student.
"Uh… S-screws" Arya stammered.
"This way." Gendry's voice was a bit harder than he anticipated. "Follow me" he added more gently.
He showed her the way through different shelves.
"How old are you?" he asked unable to contain himself.
"Seventeen" Arya answered slowly. "You?"
"Twenty two."
"Oh…"
They didn't say anything else until they reached the shelf he was looking for. He showed her many different kind of screws and Arya looked like a lost puppy.
"No one told you which kind?" Gendry asked amused.
"No" Arya said, her cheeks slightly pink. "Which do you recommend?" Gendry took a package down from the shelf and handed it to her. "Nice."
"Everything here made out of metal is hand made by us." He didn't know where that was coming from. He wasn't boasting about it, yet he wanted Arya to know.
"You make 'em?"
"Some of them." Arya nodded slowly, and took a look at her watch.
"Shit!" she hissed.
"What is it?"
"I have to get home! Mum will kill me!"
Arya's POV
She paid for the screws she didn't really need, they were just an excuse to walk into the store, and got out of there as quickly as she could. Her mum would kill her for coming home so late! Dinner was probably ready by now, and her parents were surely worried sick.
Arya ran up the stair to the porch and opened the door to the house.
"Arya!" Jon whispered who was standing in the hallway when she got in. "You should probably go upstairs to your room for a few minutes. Mum is-" But before he could finish the sentence, he was interrupted.
"Arya Lyanna Stark! Where in god's name have you been?!" Catelyn Stark came rushing into the hallway with a furious look on her face.
"Go easy on her, Cat" her dad said, slightly out of breath. But her mum ignored him.
"Tell me now! Where have you been? Who were you with? Why are you home so late? What have you done?"
"I was in school all day, then I got detention, and then-"
You what?! Why?"
"It was stupid! I cursed during Hedge's class so he gave me detention!" Arya could feel the anger coming back again, and it wasn't long before she was as raged as her mother.
"Arya! You know better than that! You don't curse! Ever! But the detention couldn't have lasted this long! What did you do afterwards?"
"I took the bus to King's Landing, decided to walk from there and stopped to buy some screws!" She held up her bag as evidence. "And then I walked home!"
"So you didn't do anything bad with your friends?" Her mum looked more worried than angry now.
"No! Mum, the only friend I have is Mycah, and you all know him! He's too much of a coward to even kill a fucking fly!"
"Language, Arya!"
"Sorry!" Her mum sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again.
"I'm sorry too" she said. "Come on. Sansa made dinner today, so we would sit down."
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Her wonderful father, Ned Stark sat by her bed. It had been a few days since they moved in now, so they had the furniture ready, but they still had to paint.
Her dad didn't sit by her bed often anymore. Arya would never admit it out loud, but she missed when he did that. So now she really enjoyed it.
"Sweetheart, you really had us scared today" her dad said.
"I know" Arya whispered. "I'm sorry, dad…"
"There's nothing to apologize for. But please send a text next time."
"I will."
"And try to not get anymore detention. I know you dislike your teacher, but try, Arya. It's not going to look good on your resume in the future."
"I can try, but I can't make any promises." Her dad nodded, he understood that that was as close to a solution they would get.
"Good night, my girl." He bent over and kissed her forehead.
"Good night, dad. I love you."
"I love you too."
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