Haha, hi again! Two chapters in one day! Yay! This one is a little shorter than the ones I usually write… But here it is nonetheless.

Chapter 12

Arya hummed the tune of a song as she walked the route to the gym. She had gotten a gym card a while ago and she wanted some variation to her normal work out which consisted of fencing class and occasional runs. So lifting some weight was the answer. If it hadn't been for Gendry, it wouldn't have happened. He was the one who told her how to find her way there.

She looked up into the sky. Despite the fact that it was now December – the last day before Christmas break started, not a flake of snow had appeared. King's Landing was to blame for that… The closest thing they got were some rain every now and again.

Fucking hell, she missed snow! She missed the cold, the wind and the way the snow gathered in her hair as she walked outside. She even missed the way Sansa always complained about the snow in the hair part. Was that normal?

The sky was grey and boring. It was as if it was still autumn, despite that it was technically winter. More and more people had started to put up lights in their windows and lights coated most of the city.

Christmas is coming, Arya thought smugly to herself, altering the Stark words.

Inside the gym, it was hot however. And it smelled like sweat. Then again, all gyms do. She left her stuff in a locker and proceeded to make her way into the actual gym.

As soon as she walked inside, she was stunned. Some poor soul had to almost shove her to be able to walk inside.

He was there.

There was no actual proof it was him, since he hadn't seen his face yet. But Arya had studied those rippling back muscles enough times to know who it was. He wore a grey singlet, completely drenched in sweat. She felt the heat ignite inside her and the tingling sensation in her core. Cue the lady boner, everybody!

When he turned around she swiftly diverted and went for the treadmills. This way he wouldn't be able to see her as easily. Arya needed time to deal with her arousal before she went over to make her presence known.

Gendry put the weight back before sitting down on a training machine. He adjusted it for him and started working it. Arya groaned slightly as she saw the muscles in his arms flex. Fuck!

Her breath was already labored so to everyone else it would look like she had a worse physic than a ninety year old grandma, but she knew the truth. They didn't know she was drenched in arousal.

Keep your eyes off him! Just keep your eyes away! Focus on the pedometer, or whatever!

"Arya?"

Shit! Gendry stood with his neck craned to get a better look at her. His voice was a little louder than necessary to drown out the noise of the rock music playing and the occasional grunt from the other people there.

"Uh, hi" Arya breathed. Fucking shit, just get your body under control! You can do this!

"You're working out as well?"

"Apparently!"

Gendry smiled. "Keep me company!"

"Uh…" Divert! Divert! "Just give me a couple of minutes to warm up!"

Gendry pushed the damp hair from his forehead and nodded.

She used those extra minutes to only halfheartedly warm up and wholeheartedly try to control her urge to run down and impale herself with his cock in front of everybody. The way his drenched singlet clung to his body and the way he let out a deep breath every time he flexed his god damned muscles didn't exactly help.

Deciding that she couldn't delay herself any longer, Arya turned off the treadmill and stepped down. She took a deep breath and then walked over to where Gendry pumped his abs.

"Your abs seems to be getting a good workout" she commented without thinking. What the hell was that?

Gendry laughed awkwardly and again pushed the hair from his forehead. "I suppose…"

Arya laughed as well, mostly just because she felt like she had to. Then she walked over to the nearest machine and adjusted it to what she was able to lift and started working it. Her cleavage increased and decreased with every movement she made on the machine. She felt Gendry eye her, and she didn't have to guess where his eyes were planted.

The sensible part of her brain wanted to pull the neckband higher up to conceal herself. But she kind of liked having Gendry look at her. It felt good to know that he was eye fucking her as much as she did him.

But it didn't really help with her arousal problems. He kept looking at her and she knew she needed to talk about something to distract him, and something that could make her hot and wet cunt go back to normal.

Got it! Leechy!

"Where's your girlfriend?" Arya asked. She tried to not sound too hateful.

The only thing she got in response was a shrug. However she did notice that the easy look on Gendry's face had disappeared and been replaced with a thin line for a mouth.

"You don't work out together?" That sounded more like an insult than she had originally intended.

He gave her a shrug again. "Not really… She's more of a-" and he raised his voice to a high pitch "-Gennie, I'm going to stop eating for week and see if I lose five pounds, kind of girl…"

Arya snorted. "I could have guessed that. And also… Gennie?"

Gendry flushed a scarlet red and nodded. "She insists on calling me that." Arya seemed to be out of insults at the moment and just shook her head.

"Where does she go to school?" Honestly, she didn't want to know. But like she had established before, when she was annoyed she had a hard time being aroused.

"She doesn't go to college." A short, precise answer…

"So what does she do all day? Sit around on her ass?"

"Almost. She works nights."

Arya could only guess where this was going. Nowhere good… The only decent job for a twenty year old she could think of that required night hours was a gas station or a café open twenty-four-seven. And she couldn't see Bella in a frumpy jumpsuit or pouring overworked men and women acute coffee all night. "As what?"

"A stripper" Gendry sighed. It was like he had a hard time admitting it.

Arya couldn't help but laugh, though it was without any form of happiness. "Sounds like her!" Both she and Gendry were quiet as Arya got her shit together. "I guess you met her at the strip club she works at…"

Gendry got from the machine he had been working and towered over her in his full height, suddenly defensive. "Actually I did!"

She scoffed and shook her head. "Didn't see you as the type that goes to strip clubs, and I doubt Hot Pie or Lommy brought you there as they both prefer the company of men."

"I'm not! But some other friends I have that live in the Riverlands wanted to go so I came along for the ride. I'm twenty two years old, Arya, and not frigid!"

Arya got up from her machine as well, though her gesture wasn't as impressive as Gendry's. She was too short. "I never said you were frigid! I heard you fuck your little leech all night after that fucking party!"

"She's not a leech!" They had both raised their voices, but Arya didn't care.

"She seems like one!"

"Arya!" Gendry took a deep breath to calm himself. His face was flushed, from embarrassment, anger or warmth from the work out, she didn't know. "Don't go there!"

Arya scoffed and put her hands on her sides. "Why not? We're already there!"

"Because if you do, then I'll have to defend her!"

"And why shouldn't you? You're her fucking boyfriend, you stupid bull!" Then she understood. Arya laughed again, which only made Gendry angrier. "You don't want to defend her, do you? Oh my fucking god! Why are you even with her if you can't even defend her?"

Gendry stepped in closer and leaned down closer to her face. Arya suddenly noticed how quiet the gym had gotten. Almost everyone was either openly following their argument or pretending to still work out but was actually following their argument.

"I told you to not fucking go there…" Gendry seethed. His was voice deadly quiet. Arya would be lying if she said it didn't scare her in the least, but she wasn't about to let him win this. She wanted answers.

"Why are you with her, Gendry? It's obvious that you don't love her! Why be the grade A asshole when you don't have to be?"

"It's complicated!" he shouted.

"Complicated how? Tell me! I want to know!"

"It's none of your fucking business, Arya!" Gendry screamed in her face.

Arya huffed and pursed her lips. She felt the tears sting her eyes but she refused to let them fall. "Fine" she whispered and stepped away. She turned to go. All eyes were on her, which made her feel like she had to have an exit line. Arya turned back and faced his bull like feature and shot him daggers with her eyes. "I'm sorry for caring about you!"

She stormed out, and the people moved out of her way without having to say anything. Stupid, fucking, retarded, asshole bull!

Well, well, well… This didn't exactly go in the right direction, did it? Will they be able to mend it? You'll just have to wait and see… Love you all!