Author: Akara. Idea belongs to: Redcandle17. Translation: Perelynn.
Today Jaime chose the chair next to Brienne, and not the opposite like before. Is it because of me? She wondered. Or he just wants to keep distance from sulking Clegane? Jaime had never been afraid of Sandor though, even when the latter was in his fierce moods. And today the dudes were actually talking, exchanging japes about Jaime and Brienne's battered looks. Lannister said something about roleplaying games, while Sandor mentioned BDSM, and both of them roared with laughter. Brienne joined in, more to keep them company, as she didn't get the joke. She had some experience playing RPG, but what did they have to do with their bruises? She had no clue what BDSM stood for, either.
Sansa came to the caf together with Dontos and Moon Boy. She helped herself with the lunch and then joined the boys at Renly's table, where she found herself to be the center of attention in no time. Renly's friends talked to her, she answered, everybody laughed pleasantly, the boys eyeing Sansa with interest.
She's been only sitting there for a day... Brienne's been doing it for more than a year, and remained an empty spot to everyone all this time.
Tarth realized she envied her friend. It was a very bad feeling to have, but there was nothing she could do about it.
'Yesterday Brienne was heading to the Church, and ended up at the police station,' Jaime was saying. He and Sandor were still trying to outsmart each other.
'Along with you,' Tarth added, for truth's sake. She had nothing against the guys knocking themselves out (figuratively speaking), but why do they always have to pick her as a subject for their jokes?
'Ha! If my brother was put there for long, I'd quite happily join you!' Sandor said leafing through his car magazine furiously. He was sitting with his back to Renly's table and couldn't see Sansa was there again.
The Stark girl met Brienne in the washroom in the beginning of the lunch break. She helped Tarth to powder the most prominent bruise around the ear; she gasped and shook her head, her face in her hands, at the sight of all the other bruises, grazes and scratches. It was a good thing Brienne wore jeans today, and Sansa couldn't see her swollen and blue-ish knees. She still walked with a noticeable limp, though.
Also, Sansa told her she was going to sit with Dontos Hollard again, and asked Brienne to watch Sandor's reaction to this. So now Tarth was being torn in two between chatting with Jaime and monitoring Clegane. So far Sandor's behavior followed the usual pattern, meaning he still treated his car magazine as the most captivating thing in the Universe.
But the lunch went on and on, and Sansa's seat remained empty. Clegane glanced at it more and more often. Then he lost his nerve, turned around briskly and looked at Renly's table over his shoulder. Dontos chose this very moment to put his hand around Sansa's shoulders. The girl was laughing.
Clegane turned red and gritted his teeth. He turned back sharply and clutched at his magazine. He lasted barely a minute. Then the magazine flew one way, the chair another, and Sandor darted towards Renly's table so fast Brienne and Jaime only had time to open their mouths and exchange glances.
Dontos never suspected or noticed anything, until he was grabbed from behind by the shoulders and thrown on the floor along with his chair.
'Sandor!' Sansa also got to her feet. 'What are you...'
Clegane grabbed her wrist, interrupting her.
'Let me go!' Sansa wailed.
'Noone will take you from me,' Sandor rasped to her face.
Brienne saw fear in Sansa's eyes. Her friend clearly never expected things to come to this.
'But I'm not your property.' Sansa told him in a quivering voice.
'Hey, you, freak! Leave the girl alone!' Dontos exclaimed in a voice of a hero saver from a low-budget blockbuster. He jumped on his feet and waved his fists in the air, apparently believing this to look intimidating. Sandor let go off Sansa and gave the fool a laconic punch in the face. Dontos found himself on the floor. Moon Boy gasped and threw himself at Clegane, wrapping around him like around a lamppost. Sandor shook his broad shoulders, sending the skinny youth flying and landing on the table.
The artsy folks of both genders flocked around shouting, gasping, wolf-whistling, covering their mouths with their hands and waving their arms. Loras was the only one who tried to stop Clegane already moving towards Dontos. Tyrell dodged a hook and even managed to shoulder Clegane into the chest, but then he got a punch in the guts and folded. Renly ran towards his friend, while Sandor grabbed Dontos, who was almost on his feet, and threw him back on the floor again. This time, Hollard held Clegane's elbows so tight Sandor went down, too, dropping on top of him. The boys found themselves face to face; Dontos immediately punched Sandor in the nose with his forehead. Clegane snarled and blasted him in the face with a haymaker, than sat on top of him and hit again.
Brienne and Jaime, acting absolutely independently of one another, rushed towards Renly's table and tried to drag Sandor off poor Dontos. It proved not to be an easy business though. He gripped the fool tightly, and even when the pacifiers managed to loosen this grip they immediately received a jab at some sore spot. And after yesterday's fight with another Clegane they sported enough of those.
Loras came round and ran to help Jaime and Brienne. Renly wanted to join them but Tyrell gestured his friend to stay aside, and the latter complied.
Loras might have even proved useful, but this remained an enigma, as at this moment Sansa came out of her stupor. The Stark girl rushed to help Jaime and Brienne, too, and got there before Tyrell. She dived under Brienne's arm and grabbed Sandor's shoulder.
'Let go off Dontos!' she shrieked. 'He didn't do anything wrong! Don't you dare hurt him! Don't you dare!'
'What, are you scared for his pretty face?' Sandor snarled. He was still holding Dontos, but stopped beating him. 'His is much more handsome than mine, isn't it? That's why you hang out with him, because of his looks!'
'No!' Sansa shouted. 'It's you who hangs out with me only because of my looks!'
'It's not true,' said Sandor, taken aback.
'Yes it is! Otherwise you'd treat me differently!'
Clegane said nothing, but Brienne felt him deflating under her palms. Together with Jaime and Loras she managed to drag him off Dontos and away. Sansa hugged the fool and helped him sit down.
'My sweet kind brave Jonquil,' Hollard muttered through his broken lips.
'It's okay, it's okay, it's over,' she whispered to him. Then she untied the broad silk sash that went with her blouse and used it to dab the blood off Dontos's face.
Brienne glanced sideways at Sandor. All three of them were still holding him, though there seemed to be no need for this anymore. Clegane stood there, breathing heavily, unable to take his gaze off Sansa and Dontos, and there were tears in his eyes.
The Vice Principal Baratheon was strolling around his study with his hands locked behind his back. Davos Seaworth took his usual place at the wall with the air of a silent statue. Sandor Clegane sat on a chair in the middle of the room throwing Stannis sullen and menacing looks.
'What do you think you're doing? Care to explain?' the Vice Principal shouted at him, knowing these to be rhetorical questions. 'You have an awful record with this school. The only person who has worse is your own brother Gregor!' This was not, strictly speaking, true. Between the younger and elder Clegane stood the whole Gregor's gang. And to be completely honest, there were a brute or five in this school who also would make an easy fit to this rank. But, unlike them, Sandor was unpredictable. And the only person who could overcome him was his brother. 'Well, Gregor plays football, so nobody will expel him. But you had the wits to leave the team! You have the lowest marks in your year! Do you know about the decision the Headmaster Cressen took on yesterday board meeting? The one that if you do not improve your marks and do not return to the team by the end of the month you'll be expelled? Like, expelled expelled. Forever. Do you?'
Clegane shook his head.
'Well, now you do!' Stannis barked, stopping in front of the boy and leaning to look him in the eyes. But Sandor averted his gaze stubbornly. 'What are you going to do now?
The boy smirked for some reason. This gave the burn side of his face an especially unpleasant twitch.
Idiot. What is he thinking? It is known that in his age the body takes hormones for brains, but shouldn't some bit of common sense be still intact?
'What's so funny?' Stannis flared.
'She asked me the same questions,' Clegane muttered under his breath. But the Vice Principal heard it.
She. Sansa Stark, no doubt. The fight started because of her. Damn these Starks! They only bring problems. Well, Sansa has some sense, apparently, if she asks this blockhead this kind of questions... but what good does it make? Today's incident still happened.
'Why did you start the fight?' the Vice Principal asked, trying to make his voice warm, but his words still rang like steel.
'Because I am an unruly freak!' Clegane shot back defiantly.
The nerve this boy has! Well, teachers all reported so.
'Because of Sansa Stark?' Stannis asked again, pretending he didn't notice the cheek.
This time the boy said nothing. He just cringed with his brow furrowed. Clear as a day. The girl was the reason.
Stannis hated this. Whenever and wherever love affairs were involved, he was instantly and completely at sea. He was no expert at this. When he was Clegane's age he was a shy and quiet boy with pimply face (unlike his older brother Robert). Girls never noticed him, and he never had a nerve to even talk to them. Things didn't get much better when he grew up either. He never dated or courted anyone, as he was sure he would fail in both. When his parents decided it was time for him to marry, they found him Selyse. Stannis couldn't say he liked her much, but the marriage was beneficial for the family, and he didn't believe he'd stand a chance with anyone else, so he agreed without a word. He respected his wife, but his own experiences were only the ones of unrequited love, remembered from university. Of how one is supposed to court a girl or to build a successful relationship he had no idea whatsoever.
Stannis wanted nothing more than to shout, to intimidate Clegane, to suspend him from school for a couple of days and to give him detentions. But something stopped his hand.
First, this dumbhead cannot be trusted to be suspended even for several days. His marks are already so low that any absence will only make them wobblier. Second... the second reason was not that clear. Maybe it was a repercussion of the compassion the Vice Principal felt towards the younger Clegane on the football field, after his fight with his brother. Maybe it was the boy's burned face that made Stannis remember his own daughter with her whole cheek ruined by greyscale...
He shot a sidewise glance at Davos. On the board meetings, Miss R'hloor was always pushing into Stannis's hands various booklets; one of them said that the troubled teenagers should be talked to one on one, especially if their personal affairs were concerned.
'Mister Seaworth, I believe you had some unfinished business in the pool,' he said politely.
'Don't recall any,' Davos blinked, surprised. What a fool!
'Well, go there and check if everything's all right. Maybe you do now,' Stannis pushed on.
'Mister Baratheon...'
'Go, Mister Seaworth, go!'
The Vice Principal was ready to burst but Davos finally took the hint and left, closing the door behind him.
'Ahem. Sandor, if you want a girl to notice you, there are many other ways apart from fights,' Stannis started cautiously.
Clegane snorted.
Another booklet of Miss R'hllor's promised the mutual understanding would be easier to achieve if the two people took similar postures and their eyes were on the same level. Stannis took a chair and sat opposite to Clegane.
'Sandor,' he tried again. 'If you like a girl and you want to ask her out, that's not how you go about it.'
The Vice Principal was surprised at his own voice. It sounded unexpectedly warm.
The boy seemed to be equally amazed. His short glance was full of wonder mingled with distrust, but there was no sign of fierce fury in it.
Stannis prayed the boy would not ask about the right way 'to go about it'. No booklet of Melisandre's spoke anything about it.
He didn't have to worry.
'To ask her out?' Clegane repeated dumbly.
'Well, yes. You like Sansa Stark, don't you?'
The boy blinked, pursed his lips and lapsed into silence. Of course. Why should he open his heart to the Vice Principal who scolded him countless times and suspended him even more often? Stannis knew he himself wouldn't talk about his feelings even with his own brother.
He should try to do it somewhat differently.
'Do you want this girl to be your girlfriend?'
'My girlfriend?' Clegane repeated again after him.
'Was he hit on the head or what?' the Vice Principal thought irritably. And then it dawned on him. Sandor simply never actually considered asking Sansa Stark out!
'Yes, your girlfriend,' he confirmed. 'You know, a girl to date. Movies, coffee, walks in the park, or whatever you kids do these days. Kissing, hugging, holding hands...'
Stannis couldn't believe he was saying this. How many times he chased kissing couples around the school, took them in his study, scolded them, suspended them, punished them with detentions! On the board meetings he vouched for segregating lunch periods by sex! And now, of his own free will (!), he was trying to persuade this dolt Clegane to date a girl and to do all the things Stannis protested against through all these years!
'Sansa would never go out with someone like me,' the boy said, startling him. Stannis never really expected to win his confidence. 'Everything that was between us... I was just lucky. She allowed me to hang around... to touch her sometimes... to kiss her. I don't know why. Sometimes she would need me, like that idiot Joffrey had. Sometimes she pitied me, I guess. She's so bloody polite. When I kissed her she didn't say 'Take your hands off me you bugger!'. She said she was thirsty. Thirsty, damn it!'
Distrust dissapeared from Sandor's eyes, replaced with pain and secret hope. It was so weird. Never before the Vice Principal talked to students in this manner, never before he was afraid so much of not meeting somebody's expectations. And whose? Clegane's! The freak he threatened to expel so many times!
'What if you are mistaken?' the Vice Principal agrued. 'Who knows, maybe you and Sansa Stark can still be together. You should try.'
'No! Never!' the boy rasped, panicking. 'I ruined everything today anyway!'
Stannis recognised the symptoms. He was the same at this age. Maybe the real reason for his words was that when he was a teenager he had nobody to talk to about these things...
'While you're alive, there is nothing ruined that cannot be restored,' the Vice Principal said. 'You and Sansa are friends. Friends forgive each other.'
'No. It's no good. She's friends with that freak Dontos now. She finds him interesting...'
'And you? How does she find you?'
'I... me... she doesn't find me nothing. Sansa wants to chat, and I cannot, damn it! I tried but... I cannot think with her around. I can only stare at her like a dumbass. This, or snap at her. And she needs pretty words and all this fancy artsy-fartsy chatter. I cannot talk like those guys from her favorite movies! And that art she's so fond of, I don't get it! Not a tiny bloody bit!'
Stannis could barely suppress his desire to run out of the study, find Miss R'hllor and ask her for a booklet on the topic. What should he say now? What can he say now?
As if by a flick of a magic wand, there was a knock at the door. When it opened, Melisandre was standing behind it. She was, as always, dressed all in red, and had some file in her hands.
'I'm sorry to intrude..,' the young teacher said while her eyes went wider and wider at she took in the scene in front of her. 'You seem to be... ahem... deep in conversation. Sorry again, but the Headmaster asked me to give you the agreement with the 'Stark Security Agency'. Mister Cressen wants you to look at it before he signs it.'
Miss R'hllor swiftly approached Stannis and handed him the file. Then she shot a brief glance at Sandor Clegane. When she was back at the door she turned again, giving the Vice Principal an approving look.
'Um. Miss R'hllor! A second, please!' Stannis remembered himself at the last moment. If the woman leaves now he'll be left alone with Clegane's problems, as helpless before them as the Clegane before Sansa Stark.
If Melisandre managed to find common grounds with Selyse, maybe she'll be able to talk some sense into this blockhead?
Yesterday, when the Vice Principal Baratheon arrived home, he found the red woman engrossed in conversation with his wife while drinking coffee. It turned out that the last Shireen's class was cancelled, and the girl was standing at the doors of his office (Stannis was with the Headmaster at the moment) where she was found by Miss R'hllor. The battery on Shireen's cell died and she couldn't call mother. She didn't even remember the number. (Stannis always said that fancy technology will prove untrustworthy some day. In his days people knew all the important numbers by heart, and put the rest into their paper organizers.) Miss R'hllor took the girl home and somehow managed to charm Selyse, who was never famous for her ability to make friends. Moreover, she persuaded his wife to take Shireen to the dermatologist! When their daughter first got greyscale they did coutless rounds between various doctors, but none of them could either diagnose the decease properly, or prescribe any effective medication. In the end Selyse announced she'd never take her baby to any of those idiots, and stayed adamant about it ever since.
'Miss R'hllor, could you please close the door and stay here for a minute,' the Vice Principal asked, as politely as he could. Melisandre complied with no questions asked. 'This young man and I need your advice. Sandor, I hope you wouldn't mind telling Miss R'hllor some details? All you say in this study will remain secret, I promise you.'
'I, too, promise you I'll be clammed up like an oyster, Sandor!' Miss R'hllor said, putting her hand on Clegane's shoulder. The boy gave her a long calculating stare and nodded.
The classes were over. Students were streaming out of the school gates. Sansa hugged herself against the cold, watching Bran and Arya running after one another on the lawn. Their breath was coming out of their mouths misty. Autumn was here, and today's October day was the first one it chose to show its icy grip on. Soon, the cold day will be followed by many more.
Hullen called to warn her he'd be a bit late. Jaime offered Sansa and her siblings a ride home, but she refused. This way Jaime and Brienne will have more time to spend together.
She wished she'd think to put on something warmer. But she didn't know Hullen would be late!
Warm fabric engulfed her shoulders. She winced and looked around. It was Sandor. He came from behind and slipped his jacket over her shoulders.
Before, it would make her so happy. Before, but not now, when he has beaten Dontos. Sansa took Hollard to the nurse herself. But even after the blood was washed away and his wounds were cleaned, he looked horrible. At least, he was allowed to go home early.
'Thank you,' she said. Mother says a girl should be courteous in any situation.
Sandor gave her a shy smile and protruded a hand holding a bright hibiscus flower. He must have picked it from one of the flower baskets in the school hall.
'Here,' he said, offering the flower to her.
'What's this?' Sansa asked, making no move to accept the gift.
'What do you think it is?' Sandor shrugged. 'A flower.'
'Why?' She wanted to take the pretty thing very much, but she was still too angry at Sandor for what he did to Dontos.
'Well... because if the girl... ahem. When a girl... Anyway, you girls like this sort of things! Cards, flowers, fluffy toys... Just take it!'
Sandor finally started doing something Sansa has been expecting him to do for so long. But after what happened today this new advance only made her angrier.
'You appear to think, Sandor, that you can beat an innocent person bloody on a whim and then come and give me a flower like nothing has happened and hope that I will forget!' Sansa blurted it all in one breath. In the end she was almost shrieking.
After her speech Sandor looked like a beaten dog. Sansa even felt a prickle of pity. No. He showed no pity to Dontos.
'Sorry,' he whispered hoarsely and went away from her towards the gates. She saw him throwing the flower on the lawn.
Only when Hullen called and Sansa opened her purse to get the cell, she realized she still had Sandor's jacket around her shoulders, keeping her warm.
'If I had a diary I'd call this week 'The Week of Violence'.' Brienne pulled her features into a terrible grimace and stretched her arms towards Jaime a-la Freddy Krueger. The boy laughed at the joke and turned the wheel, following the road.
'On Monday I had a brawl with Clegane's gang,' Tarth continued, 'on Tuesday, a fight with you, on Wednesday - Clegane's thugs again, today we tried to stop Sandor and Dontos. I'm scared of tomorrow! The trend shows by the end of Friday I'll be beaten black and blue!'
'Both of us,' Jaime smirked. 'Remember, I only missed Monday from your weekly routine. And we're overflowing with Cleganes as the starters, mind!'
When the red Peugeot stopped at Brienne's house, the girl thanked the charming driver, took her bag and wanted to go out, but Jaime took her hand.
'Where is my payment?' he asked insolently.
'What payment?' Brienne frowned, the smile disappearing from her lips promptly. She knew Lannister couldn't be trusted. He never does anything good without some kind of repayment in mind!
'Trifles, really,' Jaime's smile was cunning. 'Just a little reward for giving you a ride three days in a row. Just a kiss.'
That made Brienne feel strange. On one hand, she expected much worse from the Lannister. On the other, she knew for sure boys never stop at kisses. They always want more, and she is not some slut, and she doesn't want people to think about her as such. And again, she is in love with Renly. Yes. Brienne tried to picture Baratheon in her mind (he, too, approached her today and told her she was very brave!), but his image was somewhat blurry and didn't stir her feelings as much as it did before. Meanwhile, Jaime, sitting so close, was quite attractive...
Lannister unbuckled his seatbelt, moved closer to her and put his right hand around her shoulders. Brienne put her bag between them, as if it was a shield to protect her. She could have jab the boy, open the door and run. But for some reason she didn't.
Jaime's fingers ran along her cheek, touched her lips. His palm moved along her jaw until it stopped at the nape of her neck. His bright green eyes were full of warmth and affection. Brienne's eyes bulged in fear.
'Don't be afraid,' he whispered.
And then pulled her closer and kissed her.
Jaime's lips were soft and tender. They touched Brienne's mouth carefully, and the girl calmed down. It's even pleasant somewhat, she decided.
After some time, when her heart stopped plummeting so madly and her breathing ability was restored, Brienne tried to respond to the kiss. She moved her lips uncertainly and tried to repeat the movement she did when kissing her father goodbye in a cheek.
Jaime seemed to be encouraged by that. He hold her tighter and pressed his lips against hers. Brienne realized she feel his tongue and winced.
'Open your lips,' Jaime whispered.
The girl complied without knowing why. She remembered the kisses in the movies, the ones she saw close-up on the big screen. She started moving her lips in the similar way. She seemed to be slightly out of tune with Jaime, but at least the sensation was more pleasant than before.
And then Brienne felt his tongue in her mouth! And he apparently was searching for hers! Well! That's enough!
She wanted to push Jaime away, but his arms were so warm, and his embrace so tight, and his lips so soft... She'll bear with him for just one more minute, and then she'll push him away...
But in a minute touching Jaime's tongue with hers didn't seem such a bad idea after all. She licked it hesitantly. Jaime inhaled deeply and pressed his mouth to hers even more enthusiastically. Brienne repeated the movement with her tongue. Then again. And again...
At some point their lips started moving together, and the girl finally got this thing about kisses. She threw her arms around Jaime's neck and pressed against him with both her mouth and her body.
His one hand was mussing her hair, another stroked her back. Brienne felt drunk. She was dizzy, her body seemed to move on its own accord, and she felt pleasant warmth spreading in her belly.
She didn't want it to stop. Ever.
Sansa was already very late for lunch because of talking to Dontos at the entrance to the caf. She tried to explain the boy she must sit with Sandor today, to make sure he is not mad at her. She almost succeeded, although Drunken Jester decided she was doing it because she feared Clegane would jumped at him again.
She was throwing some food on her tray hurriedly, looking at the table where her friends sat. Sandor, as always, was reading his magazine, picking pasta on his fork and gulping the food without even looking. Jaime and Brienne sit together, very close to each other, much closer than before. The boy was whispering something to the girl's ear and sometimes fed her tasty morsels from his fork.
Yesterday evening she sat fiddling with Sandor's jacket. The lining got creased a bit, because they had to cram the thing into Arya's bag to hide it from Hullen and the family. Sisters tried to persuade Bran to keep silent about the jacket, but the boy never understood why should he do something like that. Finally Arya told him she'd punch him if he blabbed about it, and this did the trick.
Mister Luwin told her to encourage Sandor when the boy makes a correct decision. But what should she do if in one day he managed to do both something good and something very bad? She was mad at him because of Dontos. She was rude to him when he tried to do a nice thing to her. But in the end it all boils down to her desire to sting him. She went to sit with Drunken Jester out of spite. If she didn't, nothing would have happened. Does it mean it's all her fault?
Sansa took her lunch and turned towards the table firmly. She put her tray next to Sandors and said hi. Clegane gave her a surprised glance, looking confused. Then he turned back to his magazine.
'Sandor, here is your jacket.' She handed him a bag with adorable puppies on it. 'Thank you for sharing it yesterday.'
'Don't mention it,' Sandor muttered and took the bag without looking at her.
The girl sat next to him, trying to think out the best way to apologize. But he spoke first.
'Sansa, you can go to Dontos. Don't worry, I won't touch your fool. You're not my property. And I'm an idiot.' He said this with his head down and his voice hoarse.
'Sandor...' She never expected this from him. She had hard time with putting her thoughts in words. 'You're not an idiot. I want to sit with you. Truly.'
'Come on. You like that fool better than me. Go. I won't blame you.' He looked up at her, his grey eyes full of bitterness and guilt. Then he turned away.
Jaime wanted to say something but Brienne covered his mouth with her hand and brought her index finger to her mouth. Words failed Sansa; she just waited for the others to start eating and avert their eyes pretending nothing was happening. Then she carefully brushed a strand of thin black hair off Sandor's face and kissed him in the good cheek. The boy winced and close his eyes shut.
'Sandor,' Sansa whispered, while her fingers smoothed his long hair. 'Sorry I didn't take your flower yesterday. And sorry I went to Dontos's table, too.'
'That's ok,' he rasped softly, his eyes still shut. 'It was my fault.'
Then he let out a deep sigh, opened his eyes, grabbed his car magazine and stuffed it into his backpack.
Once out of the caf, Brienne and Jaime left for their 'Ethics and Morality' elective. Sandor, however, followed Sansa although his next class was in another wing. She realized he wanted to say something and stopped. The boy noticed a patch of peeling paint on the wall and began to pull at the peels absent-mindedly.
'Sansa,' he started uncertainly. 'Would you like, um, well, if you have nothing to do anyway I mean, um, and you don't mind. Um. I thought, um, maybe you'd agree...'
'What are you talking about?' Sansa did her best not to giggle. He was so funny when shy!
'So, is this yes or no?' Sandor flared, tearing a large peel off the wall.
'But I don't know what you want of me!' Sansa shot back indignantly.
'I, um.' The boy's temper quieted at once. 'Would you like to go see a movie? Tomorrow. Evening.'
Sansa couldn't hold her laughter any longer. Sandor lowered his eyes and blushed viciously.
'Ok, I'll go,' she added hurriedly before he could think something bad and storm away hurt.
Sandor threw his arms around her in a lame hug, whispered 'Thanks!' into her ear, let her go and went to his class.
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