Game of Thrones: Wars and Hearts
Chapter 4 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 4
The day dawned, bright and sunny, yet Arya was still caught in the gloom. There would be no more avoidance, she now had to face it; Jon was gone. She groaned as the alarm woke her up, it was time to get ready for school. She sighed; along with her siblings still of school age, she went to an expensive private school in Riverrun; due to this it meant wearing the school uniform. Arya quickly got herself ready, getting changed out of her pyjamas, pulling on underwear and then her uniform. The girls summer uniform for school consisted of a bourbon gold coloured blouse which could be worn long or short sleeved, Arya preferred to wear hers with short sleeves. A night blue button up long sleeved cardigan, bourbon gold plaid short skirt with thin vertical night blue stripes every 5 cm that reached just above her knees, simple socks, in Arya's case short socks that were mismatched and simple shoes. To finish the outfit off, a wine-red ribbon went under the collar of the blouse and tied in a bow at the front. Arya hated wearing skirts but had no choice with the uniform; however, to assert her individuality and protect her modesty Arya wore black biker shorts under her skirt. She looked in the mirror and scowled, she hated the uniform and wished she didn't have to wear it, but her anger was overshadowed by a wave of sadness as once more she saw the similarities to Jon in her appearance. She quickly turned away from the mirror and headed downstairs.
Downstairs she found Sansa; also clad in her uniform; Sansa also wore a short sleeved blouse, however she wore knee socks with her uniform, all neat and perfect, her socks even matched. To finish the outfit off she wore a simple bow in her hair. She scowled when she noticed Arya's untidy appearance, particularly the mismatched socks.
"Arya, what is wrong with you, you could've at least made an effort to look tidy." She chastised.
Arya scowled back. "Like I give a damn, sorry I let you down, Miss Prissy Perfect."
Before Sansa could reply another voice spoke up.
"C'mon you guys, enough arguing, let's just get breakfast and hurry or we'll be late for the bus."
They turned and found Bran and Rickon standing in the doorway; behind them were the family dogs. Bran and Rickon were clad in the boy's summer uniforms. A wine-red button up short sleeved shirt, night blue knee length shorts held up by a leather belt, a bourbon gold tie, night blue calf-high socks and simple shoes. Over his shirt Bran wore a night-blue V-necked sleeveless cardigan; Rickon wore a simple night blue suit vest. Sansa sighed and nodded, Arya merely rolled her eyes and they all ate breakfast in silence, while their dogs all went and lay at their master's feet. There used to be six of the large dogs in the house, but there was room at Robb's dorm for his dog, Grey Wind, so Robb had taken him with him. Jon's albino dog, Ghost, had ended up accompanying his master to the army. That left the dogs that belonged to the four younger children, Lady, Nymeria, Summer and Shaggydog.
As they ate their parents entered, it was clear from their expressions they had heard the argument. Arya suppressed a groan; her mother's expression told her clearly that she agreed with Sansa, as usual.
"Arya, must you go out looking like that, you could at least tidy yourself up." Catelyn stated. "At the very least find socks that match."
Arya rolled her eyes; she didn't need to look at Sansa to know she was smirking.
"I'm fine the way I am mum, why can't you just accept that." She scowled at Sansa. "This is your fault."
Sansa looked shocked. "My fault, I'm not the one who is untidy."
Suddenly, despite Bran whispering at him not to get involved, Rickon cut in. "Doesn't matter, you're the one who got on her case about her clothes, you started it…"
"I don't care who started it." Ned said suddenly. "I'm finishing it, no more arguing, finish your breakfast and hurry; the bus will be here soon."
They all did as they were told; once they left Cat turned to her husband.
"Ned, I'm starting to worry about Arya, she's never acted out like this before." She told him.
Ned shook his head, smiling. "It's okay Cat, it's nothing to worry about, she's just going through a phase, that's all."
Cat wasn't so sure but nodded anyway and they both left for work.
As usual, when they arrived, the Stark's drew a lot of attention. They were well known as the second richest family in Westeros, just behind the Baratheons. They were also very popular, mostly. One person however did not view them with admiration, rather annoyance. It was a young woman, aged fifteen with long tied back blonde hair, brown eyes and, despite being a northern girl with hardly any sun, tan skin. She scowled as she observed the Starks; first looking at Sansa. She wore the girl's uniform along with see-through tights.
'Ugh, goody two-shoes Sansa Stark, every button fastened, wearing a bow in her hair, looking like an angel.' The girl thought with a sneer. 'It's like I'm the only one not stupid enough to fall for it, it's so obviously an act.'
She turned her angry gaze to Bran and Arya next. She did not look upon them favourably either; noting Arya wearing her cardigan around her waist, her blouse coming out of her skirt, her unbrushed hair.
'Not to mention she's doing that tacky thing, wearing shorts under her skirt.' She thought venomously. 'Ugh and that boy, such an obvious nerd, hopefully some of the other guys will be sticking his head down a toilet before long, teach him a lesson. Ugh and his legs looks so horrible in those shorts, so pasty and white.'
When her gaze fell on Rickon however she smiled.
Her thoughts picked up again, this time going differently. 'Wow, he's so hot, how can he possibly be related to those other losers. The way he wears his uniform, looks normal but still so wild and handsome…omg, his legs, so muscular, he's perfect, flawless…well, except for not being my boyfriend.'
It was then she was jolted out of her thoughts by the bell ringing and quickly everyone headed to class.
Arya sighed as gym class finally ended. She had survived through most of the day, but still was getting annoyed, the teacher's had constantly been on her case, once again comparing her unfavourably to Sansa. The way people looked at her, worse than all that however, next class was history, her least favourite class; she had gotten into more fights with the teacher and got more detentions for that class than any others. She quickly got changed out of her gym uniform; night blue short shorts, a wine red P.E. T-shirt, socks and sneakers. The boy's uniform consisted of wine red knee length short, a sleeveless jersey in the same colour along with socks and sneakers. Once back in her uniform she slipped out of the changing room and glared when she saw two familiar people, well, she was glaring at one of them, the other she didn't mind. The figure she was glaring at was an eighteen year old boy, tall with short blonde hair and green eyes; it was Sansa's boyfriend, Joffrey Baratheon, known to Arya as 'Joffrey the Cunt'. The girl also had blonde hair and green eyes, although she was only fifteen and much shorter, it was Joffrey's younger sister, Myrcella. Both were clad in their uniforms, Myrcella wearing skin coloured tights, like Sansa's friend Jeyne Poole.
"Tell Sansa I'll see her when she's done with practice, okay." Joffrey was saying to his sister.
Arya scowled, Joffrey acting all nice, he had something awful planned, she knew it, that's the way he was. Sansa and all the girls on the cheerleading squad had last period off today for practice; Sansa would be in the gym, setting up the equipment. Arya didn't find it fair that the cheerleaders got last period off while everyone else had to work, she made up her mind in that instant, she was skipping last period, she began to make her escape.
Sansa smiled as she worked, setting up all the equipment for the cheerleading practice. She was currently in her cheerleading uniform; a really short night blue plaid skirt, a night blue V-necked sleeveless shirt cut short just above the waist. She smiled, she loved organizing everything, one of the perks of being the cheerleading captain; that and she got to cheer on her boyfriend at every game; her youngest brother was also part of the football team too.
'Rickon's pretty good too; if he keeps trying he'll probably be as good as Joffrey someday.'
She was interrupted by the arrival of Myrcella and her best friend Jeyne Poole, still in school uniforms; like Sansa Myrcella wore a bow in her hair and tried to stay as neat as possible, Jeyne meanwhile was more daring, wearing her skirt shorter than most of the girls.
"Hey girls, you ready." She greeted with a smile.
They both nodded and Myrcella spoke. "Oh, Sansa, Joff wants to talk to you after practice."
She nodded in response and soon Myrcella and Jeyne changed into their cheerleading uniforms while the rest of the squad arrived and got ready. They got to practicing; working on new choreography's and working on the pyramid, with Sansa on the top of course. Sansa smiled when they finished the first part of training, it was going really well, the team were always so dedicated to their cheers; it was always fun working with them.
They were taking a break, Sansa smiled as she listened to some of the other girls talking, mostly about their boyfriends and other issues; Jeyne smiled and turned to Sansa.
"Wow, just listen to them, bet they wish they were like you and Joffrey huh?" She said. "You guys are after the 'it couple'."
Sansa smiled, nodding; she knew all the girls on the squad envied her relationship with Joffrey. But then, it was to be expected; she was considered the most popular girl in school, it followed that she should therefore have the perfect boyfriend and be cheerleading captain and have all the top grades in the subjects that mattered.
"Oh, that's right." She gasped, remembering. "Girls, listen up, we're going to have to put in some extra effort, we've got a new girl joining us next week; we need to make sure she gets up to speed."
They all nodded, then suddenly, one of the girls scowled. "Ugh, isn't that your sister Sansa?"
Sansa turned abruptly to see Arya heading past the gym, clearly heading for the exit, after all, her next class was in the other direction.
"Where does she, like, think she's going, huh?"
Sansa shook her head and stepped out of the gym. "Arya, where are you going, you still have a class, we were supposed to go home together."
Arya mere scowled at her, flipped her off and kept running until she was out of sight.
'I don't believe this; how can she treat me like that. She's my sister; why doesn't she have to be so different.' She thought to herself. 'I'm just trying to help her, so she knows the best clothes, music, make up, everything she needs to get a boyfriend.'
She shook her head, determined not to let it bother her and returned to the gym.
End of chapter, so, first day back at school and already Arya can't take it, also, who is this girl who has taken a liking to Rickon, but despises the other Starks.
Only time will tell; anyway, next up we will start just after the school day, but then there will be a bit of a time skip to the end of the week for the next major events.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.