Day 6 – Spring / Autumn
Summer Flings
Sansa steps out of her brother's car and runs a hand through her hair, mindlessly making sure it's presentable, before looking over her shoulder at Robb and throwing out a 'see you later'. He nods at her before he strolls away, probably to look for Jeyne. Sansa doesn't really care. She has some looking out to do of her own.
The hallways are filled with students loudly greeting each other, now that summer's over and they are all back for the first day of school. Sansa nods left and right, stopping to exchange polite words and friendly hugs with a bunch of them. She's hardly the most popular girl at school but she tries to be friendly to everybody, and most of her fellow students seem to be friendly right back.
She makes her way across the hallways as her eyes scan the crowds, looking for a familiar head of dark curls amidst a rowdy group of boys typically dressed in all black. Sansa doesn't really have a crowd per se but, if she did, she's sure it wouldn't be like this one, filled with detentions and cigarettes and the dark, depressing music she's sure they must hear.
But Jon Snow, well… it's another matter entirely.
He had given her a ride home late one night, after she had gone to the movies and somehow mixed up the schedules and ended up missing the last bus. Normally she'd have called her brother to come give her a ride but Jon and Robb had been good friends back when they were kids and Jon was sweet offering to help her.
That had been the start of it.
A friendly ride and a friendly conversation, followed by casual meetings that were anything but and, soon enough, Sansa Stark and Jon Snow were spending every other night (as well as a number of afternoons) making out hot and heavy in the backseat of his car. She blushes slightly as she remembers some of the things they did. His hands always feel delicious against her skin and that mouth… she shivers as she thinks about the things that mouth can do.
But then she had taken a trip down south with her family and, after coming back, he hadn't been around. It's been nearly a month since the last time she's seen him and she feels like she's bursting out of her skin.
She rounds the corner that leads to her locker and she stops dead in her tracks, suddenly frozen. Right there, straight across from her, stands Jon Snow and his friends. He's leaning against the wall, black t-shirt bunched around his arms, his hair a riot of curls as he listens to the conversation around him. But suddenly he looks up and his grey eyes lock with hers. He gives her a lazy smile just as the blonde girl next to him leans over to whisper something in his ear, her face much too close as she presses a hand against his shoulder.
Sansa's eyes narrow dangerously. Jon smirks.