Chapter 3:

It's till six in the morning and Arya's day was already ruined.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed when she saw her sister Sansa lying on her bed, holding her cellphone. She lunged towards her sister, in all of her I-just-got-out-from-the-bathroom-that's-why-I'm-on ly-wearing-a-towel glory. Sansa managed to jump out from her way, laughing her ass off. She even waved Arya's phone, taunting her even more.

"Give that to me!" Arya ordered.

Sansa smirked evilly as she scrolls down on Arya's inbox, "Oh this is so scandalous! Arya Stark has a picture of a man on her phone. Fishy."

Arya groaned internally resulting for her face to turn tomato red. Arianne sent her a picture of Jaqen H'gar last night and she ought to have the offensive photo deleted. But she didn't and she now regretted it terribly.

Sansa sat beside her and finally surrendered her phone into her bed. She grabbed it immediately. "Is he your boyfriend?" the redheaded Stark girl asked. "Does this mean I can finally go out with Joffrey?"

"God, why do you even want to go out to Joffrey?" Arya asked back while standing up.

"Because he's gorgeous and smart and funny and he really likes me."

Arya stared at her stupid sister in mock grin, "Do you know what day is it today?"

"Tuesday. Why?"

"Oh look! It's opposite day today!"

Sansa rolled her blue eyes, "Just answer me." She pointed on her phone, "Is that your boyfriend?"

Arya hugged her phone, "No, it's my cellphone, you dumb ass."

"Arya..."

"No, he's not my boyfriend and I will never have a boyfriend so I say you should start reading the Bible because I think you're going to nunnery my sweet sister."

"Fine. But remember, I will kill you if you actually have a secret boyfriend and you're just lying to me so that you can piss the hell out of me."

"Don't worry. I'm not a liar."

Arya started combing her hair in irritation.

"You need to use a hair dryer."

"I don't want to. My hair is fine!"

"It's not about vanity you prick. It's cold outside. You might get sick."

"This is King's Landing, Sansa. Not Winterfell."

Sansa ignored her. Her sister plugged her unused blow dryer and started doing things to her unruly hair. She started screaming her annoyance but Sansa just snatched her brush out from her hand and started doing something to her hair. She gave up. No one can really do anything whenever Sansa is in her make-over zombie mode.

In just a few minutes her hair no longer looked like a bird's nest. It fell perfectly down to her jaw in a shape that she always saw on Japanese models. And it made her eyes bigger and prettier.

She hated it. And so she started messing it to make it look grungier.

"That's the reason why you have no friends," Sansa waved her hand on her hair, irritation were visible on her pretty face.

"I have friends Sansa."

"Yeah, your artsy weirdo friends. Why can't you be normal? Why can't you wear regular clothes? Why can't you date?"

"Sansa, if you're making me look pretty just so I can find some stupid boy who would bring me to the movies and make me listen to him talk about himself then you're in for a treat. I will never date. Dating is stupid. And so thus being normal."

Sansa's face was now as red as her famed hair and Arya felt a satisfaction. But her sister was made of steel not porcelain, and so perfect Sansa schooled her face back into her pretty lady self and crossed her arms. Arya suddenly felt so little because her sister was towering her with that icy blue eyes fixed on her like she's about to eat her. But then Sansa smiled evilly and said, "Someday you will eat your words, Arya Stark. And I'll be there to watch it." Then her sister walked out from her room with a final message, "I made an outfit for you."

Arya didn't know why but the tiny hairs in her arms were standing up. Sansa Stark was actually threatening her and she can't help but to think that under that ugly red hair of her sister was a tiny secret that may cause her life.

Or maybe she's just being over dramatic. She took a long look at Jaqen H'gar's handsomeness before deleting his unwanted picture. And then she stared at the perfectly assembled outfit that Sansa made for her. It was composed of a black dress that her mother gave her but she never wore because it was too pretty, fishnet stockings and her favorite leather jacket. She actually liked the combo.

She wore a pair of jeans and her overused Adventure Time t-shirt.

After her second period, she rushed to her locker room to put her used textbooks there. As usual, people on the locker room started parting, making ways for Arya, The Daunting. Being scary has a lot of perks. You don't have to wait in line in the cafeteria because people will let you in the line first so that they can get rid of you. They don't let the ball hit you on the face during the volleyball match in PE. And this. They make way for you because you're Moses reincarnated.

She stopped short when she saw a familiar and annoying face leaning against her locker.

"You need to move," she warned using the voice that she always use whenever peasants get into her way.

Gendry Waters just smiled and did move, "Sure."

Arya was suddenly apprehensive. What the fuck is he doing here? She opened her locker and put her books inside.

"Nice shirt," the bastard commented.

She closed, no, slammed, her locker door closed, "Okay what do you want?"

He laughed, "What makes you think that I want something?"

Arya noticed that a group of girls were looking at them. She gave them a steely gaze. They all looked down on their stupid branded shoes. "Because you're just like me. I won't talk to you if I don't need anything."

"Maybe I just want to talk about Cummingway."

"Cummingway?"

"You know. The emo guy that we're discussing in Tyrion's class."

Arya has to bite her lower lip to keep herself from chuckling like a horse, "You mean Hemingway."

"Right. Hemingway," his smile was confident but Arya could see that there's a bit of red coming off from his perfectly sculptured cheekbones.

Perfectly sculptured cheekbones? Where the fuck did that come from?

He leaned against a locker door. The owner of the locker that Gendry was blocking was already there, quivering with fear. Gendry followed her eyes and finally noticed the poor boy. Gendry raised an eyebrow to the boy and the boy ran off.

Arya sighed, "If you want me to write your paper about good 'ol Hemingway then the answer is no."

"I'm not asking you to write me a paper about Hemingway. I am asking you out."

Her mouth hung open, "What?"

He chuckled, and the sound was low and manly. He lowered his head making his lips a bit too near for comfort to her ears. She got chills for no reason. "I'm asking you out. I'm asking you on a date."

Now Arya's jaws almost fell off but thank the gods it didn't.

Gendry continued, "I know this restaurant on Visenya's High Hill. They play cool music and the food is great. You have to come with me on Friday. I'll pick you up by seven."

She put her hands on her face as if she was blushing, "You're asking me out?" she asked softly. She felt that warmth underneath her palms.

"Yeah."

"You're really totally asking me out?"

Gendry stared at her like she has gone psycho but she could see that his big, blue eyes were really amused, "I told you. Yes. I am asking you out."

"Oh wow," Arya laughed. "Fuck you."

"What?"

"Oh I forgot that you came from Mars," she said. "It's a big no, Bull. A fucking big no."

Then she kicked him in the balls. Gendry went, "Ow. Ow. OW!" needing to hold himself up against the locker. Arya grinned at him and walked away.

She heard The Bull said, "Remember. Friday. Seven o'clock!" as if he didn't heard him say no, didn't feel his knee coming up to his crouch to make some trouble.

Arya continued to walk, still burning with anger. It's not Opposite Day, it's Fucking Piss Arya Stark Day! Why would Gendry Waters, the most infuriating guy on the planet next to Joffrey Baratheon ask her out? For all she knew the guy hates him too. She's pissing him off since the day that she found out that he almost blinded his friend Micah, she even punched his face back in the day. They're suppose to loathe each other. Why the change of heart? There was in no way that he'll be attracted to her let alone ask her out.

She went to the restroom to calm herself down. Upon arriving, she saw a group of freshmen gossiping to each other. They saw her enter and they abruptly left the restroom.

Why will someone ask me out? I'm terrifying.

She went straight to the sink and splashed her face with cold water. She stared at her reflection. Big eyes, long nose, too pale skin. Her hair was in disarray she wished that she didn't ruin whatever miracle Sansa has done with it. She understands why people hated her, she never smile at school, she kicks stupid boys' stupid balls all the time and best of all, she's ugly. And she doesn't care. She's cool with it.

But her conversation with her sister and The Bull made her realized that she's not really that cool with it.

~o~o~

Willas and Pod watched as Arya kick Gendry's balls.

And it was both awesome and horrifying.

They watch as Arya walked away. They watch as Gendry tried to regain his impeccable composure. They watch as skinny kids hide their giggles because seeing the The Bull get her balls kicked was the best thing that happened to their puny existence.

"We're screwed," Willas muttered under his breath.

"Don't say it like that," Pod commented, his only ally in this somewhat already lost cause.

Willas grinned and raised a thumbs up, "We're screwed!"

Pod patted his back, "That's the spirit!"

"But really, we're screwed," Willas muttered as he watch Gendry Waters stand beside Arya Stark's locker.

"No, you're screwed. I told you before that catching Sansa Stark's heart is impossible. What did you do? You didn't listen to me." Podrick Payne sighed. "Anyway, you're not that screwed. You still have a chance."

"What do you mean?"

Pod pointed on Gendry Waters who was still standing beside Arya's locker. "Look at that bastard. "

Willas did look at Gendry. The guy was still there, already recovered by the attack. There was a bit of a shock in his face but Willas looked closely. He saw amusement? Excitement? Amusement and excitement brimming around his blue eyes. Willas watched as Gendry watch the path that Arya Stark had taken. And he's smiling!

"That means, my friend, that The Bull likes it," Pod put his shoulders around Willas. Willas took his gaze away from Gendry and look at the hand on his shoulder. "He likes that Arya said no to him. He likes the challenge, he likes that this is not easy. He likes that he's not bored. He will get her. He will get Arya Stark and make her his. This is his design."

"Dude," Willas put Pod's arms away from him. "You're freaking me out. And what design?"

Pod stared at him, his eyebrows furrowed, "You don't watch Hannibal? On NBC?" He shrugged, "I watch that show. Hugh Dancy's face was so..."

Willas raised an eyebrow to his friend. Pod looked away before saying, "Angular."

Willas patted Pod's back, "We're late for class."

~o~o~

"Gendry?"

He didn't answer. He was busy making sure that the car Oberyn Martell brought to him was now on a tip-top shape.

"Gendry?"

"What?" he asked irritably.

Hot Pie raised his hands, "Whoa, bro. I'm not doing anything here."

He sighed. He felt hilarity on Arya's reaction to his advances earlier that day; it's not every day that a tiny girl like her would have the guts to kick his balls and tell him to fuck off. Most girls will just quiver. Or melt under his gaze. But she didn't. And he liked that.

He likes that a girl kicked his balls in front of the whole student body and said no to him on a date. He must have gone crazy.

Maybe he did because he kept thinking about it during lunch. During his PE class wherein. And of course during Tyrion's class because she was fucking there. Gendry know what he will do when she looks at him. He will smile at her the way he usually smiles at the girls that he slept with. But she just went straight to her seat, laughing whatever funny thing her girl friend was saying to her. She didn't even glance at him. She just sat down in front of Tyrion and pissed the poor professor off because of her endless rant about feminism and so on. She acted like he never asked her out, as if it was nothing to her. And that bothered Gendry. It bothered him more than it should.

Now he's bothered and cranky and he can't get her smell out of his nose. He leaned too close to her earlier that whatever scent that she was using was now planted permanently on his nose making him even crankier. She smelled of strawberry shampoo and baby powder. Sweet and gentle, unlike the demeanor that she has shown.

"Ugh!" Gendry groaned shutting the car down. He felt suddenly tired. He took his jug from the bench and drank its endless content of cold water.

Hot Pie stared at him, "I know what happened at school today."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Dude, what are you thinking?" Hot Pie asked. "Arya Stark is cray cray. Look at what she has done to you." The guy pointed on his crouch.

He took a deep breath. He can still smell Arya. He sat down on the bench, "It's none of your fucking business."

"I need a logical reason why you asked the wolf on a date."

"Are you my mother?"

"Bitch I might be. I cook for you."

Gendry smirked, "Yeah. And it's also because you've been using lipstick."

"What?" Hot Pie jumped out from his seat and stared at his reflection on Oberyn's car's rearview mirror. "Damn it, Willow," he muttered as he put the lipstick stains on his lips away using his own t-shirt.

"Thank the gods your girlfriend is not here."

"She's gone shopping with her sister," Hot Pie answered. "And BTW, her sister is also hot. Not as hot as my Willow Pillow but nevertheless, hot. And so if you want to stick Julio somewhere," Hot Pie pointed on his crouch again when he said 'Julio'. "You have to choose Jeyne Heddle's. Not Arya fucking Stark's."

"Uh...hello?"

Gendry looked outside the garage. A guy a year younger than him was standing outside. He has a mop of brown hair and brown eyes. He was holding a cane. With him was a guy that kisses Tyrion Lannister's ass in Lit and wears business suits in school like he's a Mormon. What's his name again? Todd?

"Do you need anything?" he asked the two, leaving Hot Pie to his Maybelline dilemma.

Just like any other kid on his school, these two quivered when he asked them. God, he really hates the people in Baratheon Prep. The only thing that kept him in that school was the fact that he was free to attend. A letter came after he finished his elementary school that he was invited by the Baratheon Prep Head to attend the "prestigious" school for free with no reason. Gendry was not the one to ask. If it's free then it's free. Cool.

"I'm Willas Tyrell," the brown eyed boy with the cane introduced. "And this is my friend, Podrick Payne."

"Yow!" Podrick said. "I mean, hi."

"What do you need?"

The two looked at each other. The Willas guy was the one who answered, "We know what you're doing with Arya Stark."

"Yeah? And what is that?"

"You're going to lure him into dating you so that Joffrey can date her sister Sansa," Pod said hurriedly. Then he looked down to his shoes, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to answer. I was just-"

"Shut up," Gendry ordered. "Now what are you going to do about it? Blackmail me? You're going to rat about this so that you two will get something from me?"

"Oh no, no, no, no," Podrick panicked. "You see Willas here has a majorjones for Sansa. We're actually here to help you."

"What's with this Sansa Stark? Does her nipple taste like beer?"

Willas was about to cane him but Pod stopped him by holding his shoulders. Pod said, "As I've said before, we're here to help you. We're going to give you the...things that Arya wants, Arya does, so that you can get closer to her."

"And how are you going to do that, huh?"

"I've talked to Sansa," Willas answered, his voice a bit angry. "She's going to give me facts about Arya."

"By doing this, you can get Arya under your charms, make Joffrey satisfied and my homeboy here can finally take Sansa out."

"Just one regular date," Willas pleaded. "Please continue to mission. Please."

Gendry sighed. He's already on this garbage of a quest in getting Sansa Stark's famed virginity through her poor sister Arya. Suddenly Gendry felt an ounce of guilt on his throat. He was about to say no. But then he looked at Willas. The guy has determination. He's about to prove that a guy in a cane can have a hot girlfriend. And what about Joffrey? The guy will be all over his ass if he backs off from this thing, whatever this is. He might get expelled; the guy technically owns the school after all.

"Fine," he answered. "But I need the Arya 101 tomorrow."

~o~o~

"Willas!"

Willas saw Sansa walking towards him then his heart started beating wildly. She grinned at him, making her blue eyes bigger. He smiled back.

"Sansa, you look great."

She did. She was wearing a bouncy, pink skirt matched with a yellow top. Her hair was efficiently tied by a light blue scarf. She looked very excited and that excitement added a bit of flushes on her perfect skin. "Thank you, Willas."

Willas whispered, "So do you have the..."

"Oh, yes of course," Sansa opened her tote bag and pulled out some CDs.

"Whoa," Willas exclaimed when she handled the CDs to him. "What's this?"

"Some punk rock bands that my sister was obsessed with," Sansa answered. Then she pulled out a piece of paper. "Here are the things that Arya loves and hates. Also her allergies and so on."

"This is a lot," Willas commented. She likes Kit Kat, hates Toblerone. Worships The Beatles, thinks that One Direction was fucking lame. Favorite movie is Fight Club. Has a picture of Jared Leto in her bedroom.

"I also bought something from the bookstore.

Sansa started getting books that contain writings by Slyvia Plath, poetries by William Shakesphere and Emily Browning and all other books, "Arya loves reading. Gendry must read these."

"How did you know about Gendry?"

"It's all over the school. They called it The End of An Era. Two of the scariest people in school is going to date," Sansa rolled her eyes. "It's kinda cute actually. Anyway, I also want you to tell Gendry that he needs be careful with Arya. I do not want him to play with my sister. If he hurts her, I'll cut his balls."

Willas grinned, "Sansa Stark cutting balls. Hmm. I need to see that." Sansa beamed at him and it made the world go round. "Don't worry. Pod and I will give this to Gendry."

Sansa suddenly went red, "Okay. You and Pod should totally do that."

"Hey," Willas frowned. "What's wrong?"

Sansa looked away, "Nothing."

"Sansa, I know you're lying. What's wrong?"

Sansa sighed. She put her gaze around the parking lot to see if there's anyone else there. They're all alone, then she went, "This is really uncomfortable Loras. But I need to tell you this."

"What?"

"There's a rumor going around that you and Pod..."

"Me and Pod?"

Then Sansa said this in a very fast manner, "There's a rumor going around that you and Pod are dating."

A second passed by. Maybe two.

"Fuck no!" Willas said. "Oh gods, Sansa. I'm not gay!"

Sansa just stared at him. Then a second flew by and she started laughing.

"I-im, sorry! But y-your face was too funny!" Sansa giggled.

Willas started breathing again and started laughing too. Him dating Pod? Nah. "But is it true? Are there really rumors about that? About Pod and I?"

Sansa nodded seriously, "Yeah, yeah. I heard it from Edric Dayne."

Fucking Edric Dayne.

"Sansa, I'm not gay."

Sansa smiled, "I know. And if you are then I'll be really sad."

Sansa will be sad if I'm gay. Yes!

"I won't be doing this thing with Arya and Gendry if I'm not into girls. If I'm not into you."

For some reason the thought that Sansa's smile was sad. Then she stared at the ground of the parking lot, "Thank you, Willas. Thank you for doing this."

Then she kissed him on his cheeks.

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