Sansa

She couldn't stop looking at her car. She had put up a dozen pictures of her it on her Facebook page and had asked her friends to help find it a nickname for it. She got quite a few suggestions as to what to name her car but none seemed right. They were all suggestive and she did not want to have a sexual connotation to the name of her car so she ignored most of them. There were suggestions like 'popped cherry', 'fire cracker', 'red rocket' and many other horrible names. The worst one was from Joffery. He said that she should call her new pride and joy Sansa's Bush, because if she was a natural red head her and her car should completely match, upstairs and down. She had not known what to say. Her boyfriend was a creep. She wanted to sock the creep.

She woke up on Monday fully intending to tell Joffery off when she saw him. She even had a little speech ready and everything about if he wanted to keep her as his girlfriend he had to tone the vulgarity down. She was going to use the word vulgarity but figured Joffery wouldn't understand what it meant. She had dressed a pair of high waist shorts that were a sea foam green and a coral colored scoop neck tee. She loved that it was autumn and she was able to go around in shorts and a tee shirt with a light cardigan as a cover and wedge candles not snow boots.

After a quick breakfast she ran outside to try to clean the already spotless car. Sansa took some more pictures and just sat there waiting for school so she could drive. She loved driving the car. Sansa now understood what Arya was always going on about when she talked about cars. Her sister once said when you find the right car its like finding your soul mate, something just clickers. Sansa sure felt that way about her baby.

She drove her car to school Monday with Bran and Arya arguing the entire way there. Sansa would have drove the long way to school but there was only so much she could stand of her siblings bitching. She parked her car in what she felt was a safe place so that nothing would happen to it. There was no one around her. Arya complained that they were so far from the door and that she had to walk but Sansa didn't care. No cars around meant no dings, bumps or scratches to her car. She got out of the car and she saw Sandor getting out of his three lines over. She smiled and waved to him. He nodded his head and walked to the school.

It confused her that he didn't even wave, just nodded his head and rushed into school. She felt like there was something wrong and resolved that she would ask him. Sansa got her book bag and went into the building. She went to her locker and pulled out her chem book. When she closed her locker door Joffery was standing beside her with a rose in his hand.

"This is for you, beautiful girl. Do you want escort to walk you to class?" Joffery said. He handed her the rose and held out his arm for her.

Sansa smiled brightly as she took his arm. "I would love to have you walk me to class." Sansa said. She was going to start her lecture but Joff didn't close his mouth as he talked about himself the entire way she was unable to say anything but 'wow' and 'oh my'. But under all that self love Joffery was being very nice. Sansa already realized that the only time he was this sickeningly sweet was when he wanted something. She waited for him to demand what ever he was going to say. He changed the subject from him once they got to her class.

"So how did you like the party?" Joffery asked.

"It was very fun. I enjoyed it, I told you that already." She said as they stood outside the door to her chemistry class. "I really have nothing to compare it to though. I didn't do to many parties like that at home." She blushed and she noticed that he rolled his eyes a little.

"We are going to Blackwater Bay next Friday after the game to celebrate our inedible win. There is going to be a bonfire and some booze, oh and some live music. It will be a sick party. I have to go because I am the king of this school. And since you are my girlfriend you have to come with me. It will be an amazing party, almost a rave." Joffery said, looking as it was already decided and he was board with the conversation.

"I will have to talk to my parents about it. It is an away game that night and its already over an hour away. I couldn't stay to long at the party, I have a one o'clock curfew." Sansa said. She doubted she would be able to go.

"Well thats stupid. You shouldn't have to do that. Just tell them that you are with me and they will let you go." Joffery sounded so sure of himself.

"I will try to convince them Joffery, don't worry. I'll talk to my mother as soon as I get home and I will text you as soon as I get an answer." Sansa said. Joffery nodded and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Good. See you at lunch." Joffery said walking away to his class.

She went into the room and sat next to Sandor at their table. She smiled at him and turned so she was looking at him. He had been ignoring her over the weekend, he had not returned the three texts and one call she made. And it seems as if he was going to continue ignoring her. Sansa was confused about his reaction to her and so she decided to ask him but wasn't able to because the bell rang and she couldn't ask. She opened her book as the teacher started talking. She started doodling in her note book trying to figure out a way she could get her parents to let her go to the party Friday and what she did to make Sandor mad at her, she was not paying attention to the lesson. When the teacher asked her a question she jumped and was unable to answer it because she had not heard a word the man had said. Sandor came to her rescue, he knew the answer and wrote it down for her to answer, saving her butt.

She reached for her pen that had fallen out of her hand when she was startled and was feeling for it blind on the table top. As she was groping the surface of the desk she touched Sandors hand. She kept it there for a moment longer then she should have, enjoying the warmth from his hand, his skin, next to her. Then she moved away and found the pen and went back to her doodling and daydreaming; still ignoring the teacher as he tried to teach them the chemical break down of the first 20 elements of the periodic table. The thoughts in her mind were much more interesting.

She thought of what that hand that she had touched would feel like on her skin. Having that hand run over her body; touching her in ways no body had ever touched her. She was thinking about what it would feel like if he had done that when they had been star gazing; touching her naked skin and making the fire hotter in her than touching they had done with clothes on had made. In that moment when they had both sat up from the blanked three nights ago she had wanted something to happen. Something primal was surging in her below the surface. When he had taken his jacket off she had felt like she was going to spring across that small space separating the two of them and help him remove all his clothing. But when he had handed her his jacket she had felt sad and a little foolish thinking he wanted more than to keep her warm.

Sansa didn't even know that the bell had rung; she was so lost in thought, until her classmates were all standing up and leaving the room.

"Sansa class is over. Are you coming?" Sandor asked, talking to her for the first time.

"Um yes. Did we have homework?" Sansa asked, quickly gathering her things.

"Yeah. We have to go over write a review on the next chapter in the book as well as the lecture. Did you know what the teacher said today?" Sandor asked.

"No I didn't catch any of it." She admitted.

"You seemed to be taking notes the whole time. Are you sure that you didn't know what was said in the lecture?" Sandor teased.

"Hey that's not nice. I have things on my mind. I am sorry that I didn't pay attention to your satisfaction." Sansa snapped.

They walked out into the hall and headed into the rushing crowd. Sansa was glad that she was walking with Sandler. The path was always clear for them, no matter how many bodies filled the hall. Instead of forcing people to get out of the way his sheer size made the mob move. Sansa was able to not have to worry about being jostled or bumped.

"So do you want some help with what happened in class today? I can help you out after practice, if you want. I know that you have cheer practice when I have football practice, so we can meet up and study together. There is a fifties themed burger joint that I go to. They have great food and its a cool place to study." Sandor offered. They had stopped in the middle of the hall and people passed them like they were an island. He looked uncertain about his proposition.

"That would be great. I would like that so much." She said taking his offer. Then she had an idea. "Can we take my car? I just got it and I really like driving it."

"Sure. Not a problem. I would love to be the first non family member to ride in your new baby." He said as they continued to walk to their next class.

"So you know about my car?" She asked.

"Well not only did I see the tons of pictures of it in Facebook, but you sent me two pictures on my phone, one very girly text and a high pitched voicemail. Sorry I didn't get back to you. I went camping up in the hills and didn't have service."

"That's okay. Why did you go camping?" She asked.

"Two reasons. One I was asked to do some work for some people I know. The other is I needed to just get out of the house. My father was home and we don't get along." His voice was empty as he talked about his dad and she wanted to know more about him and his family. They made it to their next class and took a seat. Questions would have to wait.

Bran

He walked to his theater class and took his normal seat with the Reeds. Mr. Renly was teaching them about costumes and makeup today. He was standing up on the stage with a flowered house dress and slippers on, with a wig and so much makeup that you could see him from outer space. The bell rang and he called the class to order.

"You all might be wondering why I am dressed like this." Renly said as he waved a hand at himself. "Well the answer is that I am trying to make a point. I can be anyone when I am on stage. I transcend myself and become who I am portraying. I am a sad fifty house wife, who is depressed because my husband doesn't love me anymore and I am sickened with myself for taking a lover. You can Tel this by my dress and how I did my hair and make up."

The class chuckled and took a good look at their teacher. The murders from the students ranged from how Renly made a good looking woman to how only a man secure in his sexuality could be a woman. But the best comment was about that was one hell of a back story for a five minute lecture, they all bet that it was how Renly really felt. He called the class back into order and continued with his lesson.

"So today I want all of you to go to the costume room and find one that fits your monologue. Then I want you to get your make up box out and figure out how you will transform yourselves into your characters. We will be performing on Wednesday. Now scamper off my little actors." Renly said with a flourish to his hand and a bow of his body. Everyone sat in their seats talking to their friends about what they should dress up as.

"Do you know where the costumes are?" Meera asked.

"No idea. But we can follow the others. I am sure that they know where they are going." Bran said.

The three walked with the rest of the class to the costume room. They looked for costumes for their monologues. Bran found a nice toga and roman looking sandals. It was a deep burgundy and Meera said Mark Anthony would wear something like this. She found him a large brooch to pin it on his shoulder and hold his costume up. Bran thought he was going to look foolish, but Jojen told him he wasn't Bran he was an actor, so he better suck it up and put his costume on. Meera found something that she felt was queenly enough for Titania from A Midsummers Night's Dream. It was a sheer Greek stole dress that was aqua blue. She had to wear a skin colored body suit under it to make it look like she was naked under it to pull off her look. Jojen found some armor and a crown for himself to help him become King Henry. Je had the easiest costume to wear. Bran bitched about Jojen was wearing more clothing then him and Meera combined. Jojen flipped him the bird and they laughed till tears streamed down their faces. They took their choices and went to the backstage area that had the makeup stations ready for them. They sat down next to each other and Bran just looked at the containers in front of him.

"Okay Meera, you're the girl here. How do we use this stuff?" Bran asked completely out of his depth.

"Does it look like I wear this stuff Bran? Just because I am female doesn't make me the defector makeup guru. Just read the instructions on the box." She snapped. She looked as lost as he did. He had never seen her in make up like his sisters.

"Fine. I will figure this crap out myself." Bran snapped back.

He picked up the box and read how to apply the stuff to the face. He opened the one called foundation and picked up the sponge. He dipped it into the goo and watched as the people around him pressed the goop filled sponge to their faces so he did the same. The make up was cold and he felt all his pores clogged. Once he covered his entire face he looked at the next step. He picked up a slightly dark pencil up, read the instructions again and knew he had to draw lines on his face. He crinkled up his face to make his natural lines and emphasize them.

"So Bran did you talk to your sister about Friday night and what happened to her?" Jojen asked in a soft voice. His friend was applying blush to his cheeks. Bran didn't want to answer the question. But he had to.

"Um, yeah. I got a second hand account of what happened. Then I confronted her and everything that you said was going to happen did happen." Bran sat done the pencil and looked at the instructions again and saw he had to line his eyes. "I said that if things with Arya happened the way that you said would I would try to believe you." He closed his right eye and lined it. "But you have to understand that I am skeptic by nature and I do not completely believe you." Bran said, lining the other eye.

"I can deal with that. Do you want to learn how to do what I do?" Jojen asked applying his mascara now.

"I would like to understand it better. If that is what you are saying, yes." Bran said as he looked at his face. He had a really bad tan all over his face now. "Now what do I do? I got this foundation crap all over, did the liner on my face and eyes. What's next?"

"Mascara, powder and blush. I can help you if you want." Meera said as she swiped gold and blue eye shadow all over her eye lids.

"You are such a girl now." Jojen said. His face was made up but he was putting gel in his hair to try and flatten it down so the crown would stay.

"Oh shut up you. Now what are we going to do with my hair?" She picked up a hair brush and tried to arranged it in a queenly fashion. After the third attempt she was satisfied. She put a fancy head piece on her head and turned to Bran. "What do you think? Do I look like a fairy queen?"

"You look like the ass that falls in love with the queen." Jojen teased his sister.

"You do not look like an ass. You look very lovely." Bran said trying to figure out how to apply mascara. He ended up poking himself in the eye so Meera took over and finished his makeup. They brushed down his hair and Meera got a few waves to form. Once in his toga he looked very Roman.

Mr. Renly walked back stage to check on their progress. He wandered to the other students before coming over to Bran and the Reeds.

"You guys look so nice. I can see the characters from the great plays coming to life before my eyes. Meera you look amazing. Very much like Titania. And Bran you need to do something to your hair. It is okay, but not perfect yet. Keep trying. Now Jojen when you put your costume on you will be every inch a king." Renly said as he walked back up the rows of the students fixing their makeup and fiddling with their costumes. "Right. I have Polaroids here for everyone to take pictures so next class we wont have to take so much time doing the make up. There is fifteen minutes left in class. If you want to keep the makeup on you can, or you can wash it off with the baby wipes and face wash after the photos are taken."

Jojen and Bran jumped up, snapped the pictures and ran to wash their faces. They stood in the line of guys to wash their faces.

"Do you want to work on the psych project after school today at the burger joint together?" Jojen asked as they finally got to the sink.

"Sure. I could use the help. I haven't picked a disorder out yet to study. Maybe I could use you." Bran joked.

"Hey that would be something. That would give you an in-depth insight to what I am able to do." Jojen said. They walked back to Meera. "Bran is going to study me for the psych project."

"That is going to be something." Meera said as she put some finishing touches on her makeup.

"You aren't washing this crap off?" Jojen asked as they grabbed their street clothes to change back into.

"I want to try make up. I know this stuff is pretty heavy, but if I get a good reaction I might buy some normal stuff." Meera said once she was back into her baggy clothes.

"But then you will be a girl." Jojen wailed.

"Jojen, buddy, she is a girl." Bran said when he emerged from the changing room.

"Yeah, but no one knows that."

"Well, I think it is time people noticed. Now lets get out of here." Meera dragged her confused brother and his dazed friend out of the theater. They walked down the halls and Bran did notice that there were more then one guy do a double take at Meera. He looked at Jojen and he was not happy. Bran wasn't either. If guys started to notice her she wouldn't want to hang out with him and Jojen any more. Something had to be done.

Jaqen

He decided that he was going to work with clay today. He had an idea for a sculpture that he was dying to make. It had really taken root in his mind after his confrontation with that Bull at his party. It was of Theseus fighting the Minotaur. The symbolism was not lost on him. He hoped that when Arya saw the sculpture that she would get the slight hints that he was telling her. He would fight for her with whatever he possessed. He would slay the evil Minotaur who tried to take her away from him.

He was standing at his work station with an apron on over a tank top. He knew that he looked half naked with the apron on over his top. It was all part of his plan. His longer then normal hair kept falling in his eyes. There was clay up to his elbows. He noticed that when Arya walked into the room she stopped moving when she saw him. He knew that he looked good and was pleased that she had noticed. He gave her a small smile, and watched as she shivered. This was all for the best. He wanted her to want his body.

Arya went over to her work station and placed the painting that she had been working on last week up on her easel. It was of a of landscape, but it was in devastation. There was something in the painting that showed something about Arya that Jaqen knew that no one else could see. There was fear and a breakable part of her that he knew that with one wrong move would shatter her fragile hidden self into a million pieces. Part of him wanted to shatter her so she would turn to him to fix her. But he knew that was not the way to do it with her. He had to show her kindness and gain her trust, so he could breach her hard outer wall.

He turned away from her and went back to creating his vision. He started with Theseus. His vanity came out in that moment, so he based Theseus off of himself. So he sculpted a lean and muscular body. He wanted to make him naked, but he didn't want to ruffle to many feathers. He spent a long time working on the lines of the body. He wanted to show off the power of the body. He spent a long time on the thighs and chest. He worked the longest on his Theseus's body. When he got to the head and the face he was unable to start it yet, so he perfected the body as much as he could while it was so wet. But that was all for the best. It gave him more time to distract Arya while he worked. He couldn't wait until he got to the killing of the Bull. He wanted to see her reaction to that.

He felt Arya standing behind him, but he ignored her until he got the chest of Theseus just right. He finally got it perfect. Then he turned and gave her a smolderingly hungry look.

"Yes Lovely Girl?" Jaqen asked trying to let his voice drip with seduction.

"I was just curious about what you were working on. I have never worked with clay before. Can I watch how you do it?" She asked pulling up a stool.

"Yes." Jaqen went back to work. He worked on the arms next. He wanted them to look strong, but not to bulky.

"What did you do the rest of the weekend?" Arya asked after several moments of silence.

"I painted and wrote some poems. Nothing out of the ordinary for me." He said. He tried to sound like he was board.

"Oh." She sounded disappointed.

"What about you?" He found himself asking. He usually did not talk when he was creating. But he wanted to talk to her.

"I helped my sister get her new car. And did homework. I guess it was a very ordinary weekend for me too" She said.

She sat there and he let her watch him work. It was something that he had never done before. He had never let another person watch him so intently before. He found it unnerving and difficult to concentrate on his work. He was starting on the finishing touches to the body and moved onto the head. After he got the shape just tight he went onto making the eyes, nose and mouth. There was a cough from behind him.

He glanced up at her through his hair. "Is there something that I can do for you Lovely Girl, or do you want to keep interrupting me some more?" He asked.

"What is it that you are making?" She asked.

"Theseus and the Minotaur. I had a compulsion to create this over the weekend but I don't have any clay to do it at my house." He said as he started get the face just right. It still looked like him. She had not noticed. He stopped working on the man and moved onto the beast.

"Oh. Well then I will let you get back to work." She said sliding from the stool. He didn't want her to move away, just as he started working on the good part.

"Are you finished with that painting?" Jaqen asked but didn't take his eyes off his work.

"Yes I am letting it dry." She said. "I didn't see the point of starting a new project when there was so little time left in class."

"I see. Well if tree is indeed so little time left I will stop for the day as well." He said.

He had gotten the basic body of the monstrous bull ready to work on tomorrow. He wrapped his sculpture up so it wouldn't dry put to much over night. He put it away in the locked storage room. He didn't want anyone to accidentally to bump it or break it. Once the door was locked he walked over to the sink and started to clean up his arms and took off the apron. He made a show of washing the clay from his body because she knew she was watching. He walked back to Arya in his tank top and jeans that were permanently stained in paint. He stood in front of her and gave a small stretch.

"Jaqen you have something on your face." Arya stood and walked over to the get a wet paper towel.

He stood still as she came up close to him. He held his breath as she wiped the clay off his face with a soft touch. When he allowed himself to breathe again her hand was still on his face making sure all signs of clay were gone.

"There, all better." Her hand fell away from his face and she stepped back. She stood and looked him in the eyes. She finally stepped away and the bell that signaled the end of class rang.

Jaqen watched her quickly gather her things and all but run out of the room, away from him, away from how he made her feel.

He smiled. His plan was working and he knew she wanted him. He just had to keep making her want him until she couldn't stand it any more. But he wouldn't give in right away at the first hint that she was breaking. He would make her wait until she wanted him so bad only he could make her better. He wanted to be a drug to her. Now that this part of his plan was in motion he needed to work on the second part. He still needed to figure out how to get Gendry out of the picture, for good.

Gendry

He used to love auto class. Working with the tools, fixing things, getting dirt stuck under his finger nails. All these things used to make him feel alive and good. But now the class filled him with trepidation. He could not seem to concentrate. On anything, when he was in the shop, or in classes, or home. His lack of concentration was really starting to get to him. And not just by causing him to day dream, mess up on class work, and band practice, but to get hurt. He had smashed his fingers three times last week, dropped a tire on his foot and got a face full of oil. Beric was always yelling at him all the time. His nerves were frayed.

He knew why he went from being a good mechanic to a total fool in the shop. Why he was letting down his friends and teachers. And the name of the cause was Arya Stark.

When he had smashed his fingers it had been when she was touched his leg while she was pulling herself from under a car. He had let go of the hood that he was holding. He dropped the tire when she punched him in the arm. The incident with the oil happened on Friday. He was to busy looking at Arya all zipped up and popping out of her jumpsuit as she leaned over a car tinkering with a carburetor. He had tripped and his face was planted into a tub of nasty oil.

Today was going to be just as difficult and challenging. She was standing with a master cylinder to a old beat up Mustang in her hand talking to the teacher. Gendry knew that it was the instructor's old junk car, and that he had been looking for someone gullible enough to take it off his hands. He could see the look in the teachers eyes that she had taken the bait and that she was going to take the old hunk of junk off the old geezer's hands.

"Thank you Mr. Smith. I think I can make something out of this heap. It is one of the good things about having a wealthy father. His money can get just about anything. I am sure that I will be able to get all the parts that I need." Arya was saying.

"It is all yours now. You can keep it here in the shop while you work on it."

"Thanks again." Arya said walking over to Gendry.

"So you bought the scrap?" He laughed. Arya had a wide smile on her face and she looked like a cat who got the cream.

"Yeah. Jon is always looking for this car. It is kind of an obsession for him. I wanted to get it for him for his birthday in March. I hope I can have it all fixed up by then." She said as she opened the hood and looked down in despair at the sad looking inner workings of a once nice car.

"Well if you need any help let me know. I don't mind working on a lost cause." Gendry said looking at the motor as well.

She smiled and jumped up and down. He watched her bounce abound and fought off his dirty thought.

"That would be great. More hands and all that. We could get it done on time that way. I better go change. I don't want to get grime all over my clothes. Then we can start. Gendry you are the best." She walked away from the car and went to change.

Gendry figured he should start working so he started to pull the bad parts out and was tossing them on the floor, and the good parts he placed out on a table. Arya came back in the tight jumpsuit that she wore in the shop. He swallowed convulsively as she bent over to tinker with the car across from him. He didn't think she was intentionally doing it, leaving it half zipped so he saw down her shirt. He had to fight the urge to pull her into the small bathroom and unzip the top of the suit she was in and let free her body for his ravenous hands devour the contours of her body. Work, he needed to work. Not act like a creep and stand there salivating over Arya.

They worked very well together. In the hour that they had for their class they had almost pulled the whole motor out of the car. That was a first for him. The time that it usually took him to pull an engine was exponentially longer doing it alone then when it was with Arya. She made lively conversation, told raunchy jokes and was not afraid to get dirty. The old saying was true, if you were having fun the work just flew by. He didn't want to end. He liked the two of them working together, without distractions. He hoped that they had been working hard enough to make her forget their kiss. She wasn't acting any different, so he hoped that was a good sign.

Arya went to change back into her clothes when the class bell sounded. He washed up and decided to wait for her to come out so they could walk to the cafeteria together to eat with the others. They were talking about how great it was that so many of the parts were salvageable and they could keep most of it original. They stood in line and grabbed trays to collect their food. He piled his with pizza, fries and cola. He noted that Arya had a salad and a single slice of pizza with a juice drink. When they got up to pay he paid for their food and went to their normal table under the windows.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." She said as they walked to their friends.

"I know. But its my peace offering for being an ass at the party." He tried to keep his tone light.

"Well if you being an ass means free food you can be an ass any time you want, Stupid." She smiled up at him.

Gendry felt his stomach flip flop. Did she just give him permission to make out with her if he fed her? He better find out what food she liked so he could act stupid any time. He had a large, very stupid grin on his face when they finally made it to their friends and sat down. She had a slight smile on her face well.

"Did you really buy the scrap from Smith?" Thoros demanded when they sat down.

Arya shot a look at Gendry. He shrugged and started eating. He might have sent a mass text to the guys so they could tease her about how it was a lost cause.

"Yes, I did. It is a gift for Jon." Arya was on the defensive. There was no way to stop her from being crabby when she was on the defensive. So much for free food making everything better.

"Anything for Jon." Aegon rolled his eyes. "You must really love your brother to buy him a hunk of junk like that." Aegon said. Gendry had to really fight mot to laugh at her face.

"That was not nice Aegon. Arya can fix it up and I think that she knows enough grease monkeys to help her out." Myrcella said rushing to Aryas defense.

"I don't mind helping out." Hot Pie chimed in. "But I know nothing about cars. But I am very good at witty conversation when tensions are rising and you feel as if there is no way that you can figure out how to get your hunk of junk to work."

"Thank you so very much Hot Pie." Arya said. She glared at the rest of the table as they all fought not to bust a gut. Gendry decided to change the subject.

"So are we playing at the bonfire at Blackwater Bay at the after party for the football game?" Gendry asked Beric.

"Yeah. I have everything arranged." He snapped. He was not happy. "Is no one going to address the elephant in the room?" Beric demanded.

"What elephant?" Gendry asked. He hoped that Beric was not going to bring up the fact that he and Arya had kissed.

"The one that has to do with Myrcella and Aegon." Thoros said. He was eating his pasta and looking at his plate, so he wasn't looking at anyone.

Gendry looked over at the two people in question. They were both blushing and avoiding looking at everyone. So there was more going on then just a date.

"We talked over the weekend and got to know each other. We decided to date. Is there a problem with that?" Aegon said. He puffed up his chest and Mycella took his hand and they placed it on top of the table.

"Hey way to go you two." Gendry said patting Aegon on the back.

"When did this happen?" Arya demanded.

"We um decided to 'go out' last night. We talked for a while and decided to try it out. And I do not want any teasing to come out of this." Myrcella said glaring at every one at the table.

"But you took a whole day to tell me? I'm your best friend. I should know these things." Arya said.

"Oh Arya. I knew I forgot something. I have a boyfriend. There, I told you. Happy now?" Myrcella said, laughing at her friend.

Arya grumbled something that sounded like stupid, boys and hormones before she went back to eating.

Gendry looked over at Beric and broke out laughing. But they were quickly stopped in their laughter by Arya. She had smacked Gendry and kicked Beric to get them to stop. Myrcella looked like she was going to murder them.

"Will you shut up? You two are insensitive asses." Arya hissed.

Gendry didn't stop laughing, if anything he laughed harder. Arya went to smack him again but he caught her hand and held it so she couldn't continue her assault on him.

"I would not do that if I were you, princess. You wouldn't like what I would do back if you smacked me again." He whispered it to her as he pulled her close. He felt the sparks flying out of her eyes. He knew that she wanted to punch him and leave him weeping on the floor.

He gave her a smile and raised his eyebrow.

"You know there are other things that can make that tension that you seem to have in spades go away that I can think of. " He whispered.

She gulped. They were so close. He could feel her breath on his face. He saw the sparks in her grey eyes and knew his blue ones were just as electric. This sexual tension was going to kill him some day, he knew it.

"You don't have the balls to do anything that could tame me." She hissed.

She tried to pull away, but he held her hand tighter. Not enough to hurt her, just to keep her there.

"I bet I do. To bad you will never know about it." He did the only thing that felt tempting and not to spectacular. He knew that their table had stopped talking and were watching the show. He kissed her hand and let her go. She went back to sitting beside him, looking at him as if he was something new.

"If that's the only game you have there Stupid, you need some better moves." Arya said and the table exploded in a loud laugh. He knew he had rattled her and that her comment was her way of gaining back the confidence he had taken from her with that one small innocent kiss. He just sat there smiling.

They finished their lunch. Their topics of conversations went back to the fig they had Friday. The band talked about set lists and lights and sound. Mycella and Arya were whispering and giggling together the rest of lunch. Once the bell rang to tell them all to get back to class they took their trays to throw away the garbage and pile the cleared trays up. Gendry was behind Arya. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. He was so close he felt her shiver as his breath hit her neck and ear.

"I have more game then you know, princess. You want to see moves, you have to ask for them. They don't come free." he left his tray and walked away. He looked back over his shoulder and he was looking at him as he walked away. He hoped he had not messed things up. He hoped he had made her want him, not scared her away.

Sandor

He had walked out of the locker room and Sansa had been waiting for him, just like she said she would be. He had watched her practice while he had been on the side lines. She was smiling and laughing with the other girls and there was an openness to her face that made him smile. Joffery kept making comments about how he sure had one hot piece of ass with Sansa. Joffery was so close to getting a beating, but Sandor just toned him out. His practice had made his mood go from happy to dark. But it brightened again when saw her waiting for him.

"Hey! I tried to read the books chapter while you were changing and I do not get this. Are you sure he talked about this all today? I don't remember." Sansa said was she all but danced over to him.

Sandor was not surprised she had not heard the lecture. He had looked at her 'notes' in class. all she had were stars all over the page. No notes or anything on the lecture. He gave a small laugh.

"I am sure. I have everything in my notes. We can compare ours at the restaurant if you want." He watched her pale slightly at the mention of comparing notes.

"No. I think your notes will be better then mine. Lets go." She skipped her way out of the hall and outside. He knew she had a mini something for a car, but he was not prepared for the real size of it.

"You have got to be kidding me. There is no way that I am riding in this car. I will not fit into it." Sandor said looking at Sansas car.

"You can fit into it. My father did." She said opening her door and looked at him from over the top. Her look was a challenge, and he never backed down from a challenge once it had been issued.

"I am a little taller then he is." Sandor said defensively. He had to play this right.

"Not by much. Just get in the car. I want to get something to eat and do this stupid chem homework. I have the stupid math to do as well." Sansa grumbles. She had also been distracted in math as well.

"I don't know why you had to pick such a small car. Only a tiny person can fit in this damn thing." Sandor leaned down to look once again into the tiny car that Sansa insisted on taking. "I have a perfectly good car that I can fit into. Why don't I drive my car and you can follow me. That way you wouldn't have to come back here."

"I have to be back here to get Arya and Bran in a couple hours, so I would have to be back anyway. Will you just get in the car?" She barked. Sandor liked angry Sansa. She got little pink circles on her cheeks. He gave in, like he knew he would.

"Fine!" Sandor bent down again. "If I get stuck I am going to pull this toy apart getting out." He put his left leg in and scrunched into the seat. "I seem to only be able to get one leg in Sansa. Is there anything you can do to help me?"

He was not comfortable. He felt like a sardine and he was only partially in. He gave her a grimace and she made the sexiest O with her mouth. She came to his side of the car and leaned down to see the controls. He would have done it himself but he liked having her this close to him. He also had a great view of her back side as she leaned down.

"Oh yeah. I can move the seat back. Give me a sec. I have not yet mastered the controls." She started pushing buttons. It took a little longer then he liked.

"That's just making it worse. Sansa I can't breathe. My knee is almost cutting off my air way." Sandor choked. His one leg was getting a cramp and be wanted nothing more then to just push back with all his strength and move the seat himself. But he didn't want to break Sansa's new car. So he let her mess with the controls.

"Sorry. How about now?"

She had finally slid the seat all the way back and lowered it all the way to the ground so he fit, finally.

"That is much better. And I can get my other leg in now. Let get this toy car on the road." Sandor said as he was fully able to get into the car and put his seat belt on.

Sansa smiled down at him and then he ran back to her side of the car. She slid into her seat. She clicked her seat belt on, turned the key over and put the car in drive. Sandor was amazed that she could look even more breath taking then normal. But the look if love and pleasure as she drove her car made her glow in a way he had never seen before. She truly was a vixen.

"So give me the address. I still don't know where things are around here." She was at a stop light. He gave her the directions and she drove to the burger joint. They got out and walked in. He had his books and took a seat. Sansa had not been kidding when she said she was hungry. She got a deluxe burger and taters tots with a chocolate soda. He got the mushroom Swiss burger and fries with a vanilla milkshake.

"You have a healthy appetite." He said as they opened the books and got down to business. They worked until their food came. Sansa refused to do anything but eat once the food came. She ate like it was her first food in days. Sandor remembered that she did not really eat at lunch today, so she probably needed this food. As she scarred the food he ate at a normal pace. Since she finished first she decided to copy some more notes and asked the occasional question to Sandor.

He wished this was not them studying, but a date. He should have asked her out before Joffery got his hooks in her. All he could do is be her friend now.

"Did you know that when you concentrate you chew the nail on your left hand pinky?" He asked when. he had finished his food.

"I did. My brother Robb always made fun of me for doing that." Sansa smiled at him. "Sandor I think I have all the notes. But we ran out of time. I didn't get to ask you for help with math." She made a sour face and they both laughed.

"Well you can always call me, or we can Skype or something later tonight. I can still help you." He said as he gathered their books and slid some cash in with the check. Sansa didn't notice and he was sure that she would have insisted on paying her share. Over his dead body.

"I know I can call you, but its not the same." She was practically pouting as they walked out of the restaurant. Sandor chuckled as he slid into the toy car.

"Oh, so you like being up close and personal with me? The sound of just my voice doesn't do it for you?" Sandor had been trying to joke, but Sansa blushed, stuttered something then pulled out of the parking lot. He had gotten to her and he liked that he now knew she liked his company, a lot.

A/N I didn't add a POV this chapter but bulked it up quite a bit, about 4,000 words. It is a lot of fun getting to write this story again. So let me know what you think. Is it good. Heating up? Anything I should improve. This is an edit. If I still have things I need to fix let me know.