Arya spent her first period lesson trying to stay awake. The heat of the radiator she was sat next to coupled with the soft lull of the teacher's voice made it quite easy for her focus to slip and her eyelids to droop. She had got barely any sleep the night before what with Sansa's situation and was paying the price in her history lecture. It was a small price to pay for her sister's comfort and safety but it meant she received multiple chastises for not paying attention.

When the class finally finished Arya forced herself to the bathroom to splash water across her face in an effort to wake her up. After that she wasn't sure what to do, she had a whole hour free and her list of friends was somewhat lacking. She had just resigned herself to wandering around town in search of a Costa or a Starbucks when she noticed a tall boy with a dark head of hair over the banister of the stairs. She never had called Gendry with all the commotion going on, but she had kept his empty, flattened cigarette packet, embossed with his scrawl. She pulled it out of one of the deep pockets of her coat and ran her thumb over it before plugging the number into her phone.

She kept her eyes on him as it rang, smiling to herself as she watched him fumble in his pocket and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" His voice spoke into her ear, deep and soft the way she remembered it. She found it utterly dreamy, but of course she could never admit that.

"Do you like scary movies?" Arya purred into the mouthpiece, her lips stretched into a grin as she heard him sigh.

"Yes, I do, now who is this?"

"Look up," Arya leant on the banister and smiled as he looked up at her, rolling his eyes and pushing back his hair.

"Arya," He laughed, still staring up at her and she winked coyly, gesturing to him with her index finger as she hung up the phone. She shoved it deep into her coat, safe in the knowledge that he would take her bait and come to meet her. At least she hoped he would.

He shouldered his bag and started up the stairs toward her, looking as gorgeous as ever in skinny jeans that hugged his legs and a baggy hoodie over his t-shirt.

"Hello stranger," Arya teased when he reached her, pushing her chest out as she leaned with her back against a wall.

"What do you want?" He laughed back, batting his long lashes at her. She bit her lip without realising as he stepped closer and placed one hand on the wall beside her head. He was much taller than her, and in this position he loomed over her, filling all her vision. Her heart beat quickened with the exhilaration of his proximity. A wild thought came to her, a daydream where she pulled him down to her and savaged his soft lips in a rough kiss. She waved the thought away with a slight shake of her head.

"I just wanted to see you, of course," She looked up at him through her lashes and told him in mock shyness. Arya wasn't the least bit shy. She never had been. If she was the type of girl who looked like Sansa she could have had any boy she wanted wrapped around her finger. But she didn't look like Sansa; she was short and thin with a dark mess of hair where her sister was tall and had slender curves and long tumbling locks. Arya's face was small and pointed, with dark slanted eyes and a blood red grin when she painted her lips with lipstick. The boys and girls alike used to make fun of her looks, calling her Arya Horse face, but that was when she was young, even she had to admit she had looked like a boy at times. But now she felt she had grown into her looks more. She was still small and messy, with pointed features and bony limbs, but the hints of a woman's curves had started to appear at her waist and chest, and her stomach was flat and toned; the way most girls longed for it to be.

"Of course," Gendry replied, leaning in closer. Arya could smell his aftershave and had to stop herself from leaning forward and burying her face in his delicious scent. "I wanted to see you too," He continued, this time stepping back and blushing. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, actually,"

"Sweet," Arya giggled, half making fun and half genuine. The boy's heavy eyebrows furrowed, trying to decide if she was mocking him so she hit him playfully on the arm. "Want to get a coffee?" She said quickly before she did something stupid like kiss him. Gendry looked taken aback but he smiled.

"Coffee'd be great, but I've got a lesson," His face fell. "I'm already late because of you," Arya groaned and stuck out her bottom lip in a pout that Sansa would've been proud of.

"If you're already late, then why even go?" She tugged at the sleeve of his jacket pulling him closer to her again before sliding her hand up to his shoulder and smiling seductively at him.

"Jesus, Arya," He breathed, his cheeks turning pink. "This is all rather forward isn't it?" She should've removed her hand, apologised, but instead she entwined her fingers into the hair at the back of his head.

"I like forward," she replied softly, "When it's with such a handsome man," She winked at him and stood on her tiptoes, her red lips almost brushing his. "And you are a handsome man," She felt his breath on her lips and his free arm snake round her waist possessively. She tilted her head and pressed her lips to the skin of his cheek, pulling away and laughing at the lipstick stain she had left there, red against his pink blush.

"Christ," Gendry murmured. "You're a bloody tease, you know that?" Arya cocked her head to the side and feigned innocence.

"I am?" She began to say but she was interrupted by his lips on hers as he pressed her small body to the wall. This was not how it was supposed to go; she was supposed to tease him, keep him on his toes and then flit away, leaving him guessing. But she couldn't deny she enjoyed this alternative just as much. She wrapped both her arms around his neck and kissed him back with as much force as he had kissed her. It was not a kiss for public, but there was no one else around.

"Fuck it," Gendry finally breathed as he pulled away, keeping his arms locked around her waist. "Let's get coffee,"