SandyD12- Thank you so very much! I'm hoping to post several chapters over the next few days to get it all really rolling, but when writer's block hits (and trust me it will) I will try my hardest to post at least once a week.

Anon Guests- Gendry is always there, even though Arya can be a bit difficult to keep an eye on. And Arya always tends to get a bit carried away in her snarkiness and Gendry's introduction needed to get him on even footing with her, so I figured the best way to do that was for him to knock her down a few pegs. It will be rare that Gendry can have the last word, I mean come on, it is Arya.

Arya's POV this chapter, I don't own anything, Georgey does. RR pretty please with naked Johnny Depp on top? (It doesn't matter what your sexuality is, naked Johnny Depp is sexy and you know it.

Arya had crashed at Jon's apartment, so naturally the morning started out fantastic, Ygritte made her pancakes and Jon stopped for Starbucks on their way to school. He dropped her at the front doors and ruffled her hair before heading to his own classes at university.

With her favorite jeans and a much appreciated cappuccino, nothing could ruin her day.

Except for the angry fat boy approaching her at what seemed to be his top speed. Ever. He came puffing over, his meaty face purple with either anger or exhaustion, or both. He shoved a thick finger in her face and bellowed, "Yer the girl who killed Albert!"

She stared at him, for once shocked into a silence. As usual though, her bounce-back skills were top-of-the-line. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you two were so close, but seeing as you're so passionate. I'll call the Cosby kids and let them know you're willing to step up to the plate and take up the title of your deceased friend."

The fat boy blinked once and then twice before catching on to her reference and grew an even deeper shade of purple, if that was possible.

"My egg project, Albert, you squished 'im when you went running into me in the hallway!" He puffed, "I almost damaged my tuba too!"

"Look kid, today is a good day, so I'm gonna let you off easy. Instead of simply insulting you, I'll apologize first." She stepped a little closer so he would hear her clearly. "I'm sorry that you are a fat boy, a fat boy so big that he must take up an entire hallway, resulting in someone who was running late to slam into you and destroy your Albert egg."

With that parting remark she walked off, eager to find Bran in the few minutes before they were scheduled to go to classes. Glancing back, she once again caught the gaze of a certain blue-eyed stalker. He was talking to the fat boy, seeming to comfort him, but really staring at her.

She gave him the one finger salute, a sign she was still pissed about gym the day before, and resumed her search for Bran. She found him sitting in a quiet area of the open courtyard, reading what seemed to be a history book.

"What's up little brother?" She inquired, planting her butt down beside his and leaning her head against his shoulder to look at the thick textbook in his lap.

"Studying for a history test." He paused long enough to steal a swig of her caffeine. "You're in that class too."

"Shit. Mr. Pycelle is so boring; I started doodling within five minutes."

"I noticed. It was a very lovely wolf." Bran replied, taking over her coffee completely, while skimming through the chapter.

"It was from that story Nan told us a long time ago. About the Queen She-Wolf, Nymeria."

"Yes I remember. You were very taken with that one. I always preferred the adventurous stories. Too bad Nan had to stay up North. I miss Hordor and Osha too." Bran said quietly, trying to avoid sounding pathetic.

"They said they'd come and visit Bran, you know they will probably move down here when Nan passes. Osha loves you more than anything. You know that."

Bran didn't answer; instead he continued staring at the book until the bell rang to go to class. Arya walked him to gym once again and was hurrying towards her first period and barely made it in time for the late bell.

"Cutting it a bit close aren't we, Stark?"

"Looks like you're not cutting it close enough, Mr. Lannister." A small, pretty girl said before Arya could answer. "Is that stubble I see?"

"Shae, you are far too observant of your teacher's looks." Tyrion replied, gazing at her oddly. The dark-haired girl smirked and sashayed to her desk, taking a seat and smiling coyly at the small teacher.

Arya shrugged off the weird and went to her seat, taking out her wolf doodle and setting to work on creating an actual artistic piece instead of a scribble.

Ever since Arya was little she had wanted a dog, a huge one that was loyal to only her, but r said no as Cersei claimed to have horrible allergies that Joffery had inherited. So Arya was left with only her imagination.

The day passed rather slowly, with her being almost one hundred percent sure she failed the history test and copying the last ten answers from Bran wasn't changing that.

She made sure to clean up especially well after art before heading to biology, that was Gendry would have no pathetic excuse to talk to her, touch her, or otherwise converse with her. Yes, she was being extraordinarily petty, but the first step to solving a problem was admitting you had one, and she was that far. Frankly, she didn't give a damn about the rest of the steps.

She walked into class and plopped down in her seat, ignoring the two sets of eyes boring into her from both behind and beside her. Picking up the book Bran had lent her, she began reading.

"Still ignoring my existence huh?" Gendry asked her, that stupid smug expression once again present.

"Nope." She replied, trying to focus on the words and not his stupid face.

"Nope?" He repeated. "How aren't you?"

"To ignore the fact that you inhale and exhale, a.k.a. exist, I would have to exert effort into ignoring you. Effort means that I care about your life. And I don't, therefore, I am simply indifferent to the fact that you are in existence."

Gendry shut his mouth and stood; Arya followed his movement with her eyes and watched him grab their rat from the front table. She stopped paying attention, figuring he was just going to start the project.

Instead of taking his seat, however, Gendry stood in front of their table, uncovered the dissected rat, and dropped it onto the table from three feet in the air, sending blood and guts splattering all over himself…and Arya.

Arya didn't scream and cry when the hunks of rat innards hit her face or her favorite jeans, even though she would later over the jeans. They were her favorite pair after all. She just stopped everything, placing Bran's book on the desk, and slowly looked up at him with the promise of murder.

Then.

She launched herself across the table at him, hands fisted, getting the first good hit directly on his nose.

I figured we should have Arya get truly pissed at some point. She can't be all talk and no action. RR