Notes: Hello, my beautiful people! How are you all today?
Sorry for the late post, but my life has been fucking insane in these last weeks. I am a teacher, and normally I should not be working on July (it is school break in Brazil), but I am actually working extra hours in two schools. Good thing is: I decide to not have kids ever. Learned the lesson... lol
Thank you so much for all the support! I love all your comments.
Just to make things clear: SANSA IS NOT PREGNANT! She's on the pill, or maybe they were just very lucky, but she isn't pregnant.
Also... I finished this chapter in a hurry, so only God knows what mistakes you guys will find in there. Sometimes I translate stuff in my head an write the way I would in Portuguese... So let me know if there's something to terrible in it.
I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 7
"Hey, Stark!"
Sansa was pretty sure she was the only Stark around at the moment, but since it was Margaery Tyrell speaking, she almost felt the need to check around. Maybe Robb was behind her. There was no reason for Margaery to be talking to her.
"How is your brother?" Margaery asked as soon as she came closer.
Well, apparently Margaery was talking to her. Would the wonders never cease?
"He'll survive." Sansa informed her.
Even Margaery's laughter was classy and, well, expensive. "I sure hope so. It would be such a sad loss."
Sansa arched a brow, but didn't comment. Her brother had some explaining to do.
Oh, like you do?
She ignored the annoying voice in her head -it sounded an awful lot like Theon's.
She had no time to think about Jon now. Or ever.
Like… No. Bad idea.
Terrible idea.
Even if it was…
Nope. It wasn't even that hot.
Sure, sweetheart.
Great, now she had Theon stuck in her head. As her voice of reason. The world was coming to an end.
"I'm giving a party the day after tomorrow." Margaery was speaking and it took Sansa a minute to realize it was still with her.
"Right…" Sansa replied carefully.
"You should come."
"That is… Tuesday." Sansa felt the need to say.
"Yes, but the Minister will give a speech on Wednesday morning, so the classes were canceled." Margaery shrugged. "I have no intention of watching the speech."
"OK… I'll… I'll be there." Sansa agreed.
"Great." Margaery gave her a polite smile. "Bring that cute friend of yours… Jill?"
"Jeyne." Sansa corrected dryly.
"That's the one." Margaery's smile was positively beatific. "I'll see you there."
Lovely.
XxX
"So… You and Sansa, hum?"
Jon almost cursed out loud. He wished he could have forgotten about Theon, but nope. He should've known this was going to happen.
It actually took a lot longer than he thought it would for Theon to talk about it.
However Jon still preferred to avoid this conversation. "Shut up, Theon." He growled.
"No, man, I mean… Wow, congratulations. Seriously. If I could I'd have hit that a long time ago." Theon spoke, completely ignoring Jon's expression.
Why did he let him into his apartment again?
"Theon!" Jon barked.
Theon looked at the other man and arched a brow. "Feeling a bit possessive already, Snow?"
"Can we not… Talk about this?" Jon ground out.
"Fuck, no." Theon snorted. "I have the best blackmail material right now. I'm kind of drunk on the power."
Jon should've known. Great. Of all the people that could've caught them, it had to be Theon Fucking Greyjoy.
"Come on, man!" Theon flashed that annoying grin of his. "You've got to share! Sansa was the girl every guy wanted. We just stayed away because we were all scared of Robb."
That wasn't comforting. Jon was still trying to figure out if he should say something to Robb. However, he didn't think that saying "I fucked your sister in a backroom while you were fighting Ramsay Bolton" would go well.
And she did say it would never happen again, so… Better stop thinking about it.
There was this voice in the back of his head saying it was going to be fucking impossible. Sansa Stark was something else and what happened between them had been… Hot. Intense.
Unforgettable.
Great.
"I mean… How did that even happen?"
Theon was still talking.
"It was an accident." Jon grumbled.
Theon arched a brow. "Really? So you're taking her to the backroom, she tripped, she wasn't wearing any panties, you tripped on top of her and…"
"Shut. The fuck. Up." Jon growled, his fist closed, itching to hit the other man.
Theon looked even more amused by this display, and Jon cursed himself anew. He was just giving ammunition to the idiot.
"You're so gone." Theon snorted.
"I'm not." His denial came out fast, perhaps too fast.
"Yes, you are." Theon gave him a pitying look. "Just be careful, Snow. Princess Sansa has idiots trailing after her the whole time, and you're not even her type. She likes blonde douchebags, like dear old Hardying."
Jon had to hold his snort. Hardying was an idiot, who thought he was a god because he was the captain of the rugby team. He was also, apparently, considered highly attractive by the girls of the campus.
Did Sansa think the same?
Jon had to ignore this thought.
"Are you worried she might break my heart?" Jon asked, an exaggerated frown on his face. "Theon, I didn't know you cared!"
"Fuck you, Snow." Theon rolled his eyes. "Just keep your eyes open and your hopes low. Princess Sansa isn't meant for us commoners."
Yeah, he was quite aware of that.
XxX
Sansa had a problem.
Well, it wasn't exactly a problem.
This Tuesday was beyond boring. The day was dragging around, the buildings of the University were desert. Where was everybody? Did they think it was a holiday just because the Minister was around?
She felt like the test results were heavy on her bag. She had grabbed them that morning and now she was wondering what she should do.
Should she go around looking for Jon? It felt so…
She actually felt a bit embarrassed. She'd always been so responsible with sex. It was the only subject that she'd never let Joffrey bully her over. She'd always insisted on protection, even when he made it sound like she said it because she didn't trust him.
Considering how much he'd cheated on her, she felt like she'd been pretty well justified.
And then Jon Snow came along and she just threw her common sense out of the window? What the hell?
She was smarter than that.
Sansa just wanted to get this over with.
"Stark."
Speak of the devil…
"Hey." She turned to him.
Well, this was awkward as fuck. Great.
"I have…" He cleared his throat. "I have the…"
"Great. I do too." She cut him, before he decided to say something else.
She put her hand inside her bag and pulled the paper. She had discarded the envelope, because it had the hospital's symbol, and she didn't want to keep looking at it.
She just offered it to Jon and he grabbed it, putting it inside the book he had on his hand. Sansa was stunned by the sight. He had a book.
It was like, for the first time, she realized that Jon was a student there.
She felt immediately ashamed for the judgment. She had assumed that Jon was just a guy that fought in those stupid matches… She'd judged him.
Now she felt like the biggest bitch ever.
Before she could finish processing these thoughts Jon pulled an envelope from his book and gave it to her. She didn't even look at it, just stuffed it in her bag.
"Ok, thanks." She murmured, already stepping away from him.
"See you tonight." He called after her.
Sansa was so preoccupied with thoughts of being a bitch, that she didn't even question it.
If she had stopped to reflect, she'd perhaps wonder why the hell he'd said that. Or even better: how did he know where she'd be?
XxX
Jon sat on Robb's couch as he observed the Stark debating something with Theon. Apparently, Robb had spent the last few days worried, waiting for his parents to call him or just show up, and nothing had happened.
Theon thought that Sansa hadn't called them like she said she would, but Robb was still concerned.
To make things better, Margaery had called Robb to let him know that his lovely sister was coming to her party tonight.
Jon had given up on understanding what the hell went on between Robb and Marge right at the beginning of this term.
However, Margaery wasn't the type of person who did anything without a reason. If she had invited Sansa and chosen to tell that to Robb, she was planning something. Jon was mildly curious as to what.
He shouldn't go to this party. Mostly because Margaery had made a point of letting him know she wanted him to be there –never a good sign.
But also because…
Well, he might as well admit it, right? He wanted to go because Sansa would be there, and that was stupid of him.
He should stop this… Insanity while he still could. He had to stop thinking about her; he had to forget what happened.
It was fucking impossible.
Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her right in front of him: the blush on her cheeks, the color of her eyes, the sighs that escaped her lips… It was like he was reliving the moment over and over again.
And maybe there was something extremely masochist in him, because anyone could see that this was the worst idea ever, but he needed to talk to her.
Not like he had earlier today or the day after the fight, but truly talk to her. He wasn't sure if this was his male ego or something, but he wanted to hear that…
What? He wasn't forgettable? That she was also thinking about what had happened?
Could he get any more pathetic?
"Jon." Theon called him, and he turned to the other man, brow arched. "Are you coming tonight?"
He shouldn't. He really shouldn't.
He knew he was going to anyway.
"Aye. I am."
He tried to ignore Theon's knowing smirk.
Notes: Next chapter... Guess what's going to happen? lol
Also, STD tests take a while to get ready, but I decided that -for the purpose of this story -24 hours was enough.
BE RESPONSIBLE, PEOPLE! USE CONDOMS!
I'm trying to finish the new chapter of "The Same Way I Like My Coffee" as soon as possible.
And... I might have some news soon ;)
Hope you like it!
xoxo
