Game of Thrones: Unwanted Attention

Chapter 2 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 2

Watching as the short girl left with her two 'loser' friends, Kevan Frey snarled.

'What the fuck, how dare she…?' He thought angrily. 'She's a Stark, she shouldn't be associating with lowly trash like that. She should be with me and people like me, far more worthy of her.'

It wasn't just that of course that angered him as he too stalked off to class.

He growled at her refusal, her audacity. 'She didn't just refuse to go out with me, no girl does that. This is not fucking...urgh, I don't get it, what's with Arya; being so frigid like that, why is she pretending.'

He'd heard all the stories of course, Arya Stark, the infamous tomboy of the Stark family; she despised so many things that girls thought highly of; especially her own sister.

While Sansa was like any proper girl and part of the cheer squad, Arya always wanted to play the actual sports. It was known she was on the school fencing team and was by far the best in the school. Still making his way to class, his mind still on Arya and his anger at her refusal, trying to fathom her reason for it.

A legitimate reason for it.

'Honestly, despite her claiming otherwise she's actually quite beautiful, athletic build too...thanks to all that, sport stuff. But what the fuck is going with her, being frigid.' He thought angrily to himself.

Shaking his head; he continued onwards.

Kevan Frey simply could not understand Arya's reaction to him; girls fell all over him and he knew exactly how to win their hearts. He couldn't understand why Arya Stark had to be so different, especially given her behaviour ever since he'd noticed her.

He glared. 'Does she honestly think playing hard to get will work, that I should be treated like that. I mean, those few guys that actually had the guts to ask her out, she shot them down flat, it was obvious she was waiting for me but then she...'

He finally reached his class and waited, still infuriated.

He couldn't believe it. 'No girl like Arya, especially one so pretty should be single at her age...she needs to be dating someone.'

He thought back to his encounter with her and recalled her exact words, rolling his eyes in disdain, mentally scoffing that she actually thought that would work.

'Already has somebody, please, what crap, that's the oldest line in the book.' He thought scornfully. 'She needs to be dating someone, not some...made up boyfriend, and, given her choice of friends, even if this guy does exists, he does not deserve her. He would be unworthy, low life scum who would likely only be after her for her money.'

Kevan shook his head; he wasn't giving up, this wasn't going to stop him. He would make sure Arya Stark knew that, that she hadn't scared him off; that he hadn't bought her lies. She would be his in the end, of this he was certain.


Meanwhile, out of sight of the rest of the school; Sansa bit her lip, pondering slightly, before surrendering herself to the feeling of bliss that filled her as their lips met.

Her companion was a young man the same age as her, he had blonde hair and green eyes, typical Lannister traits, his features were soft and he had slightly webbed fingers, he was also tall and had started to gain some muscle.

His name was Lancel Lannister, the son of Kevan Lannister who was the younger brother of Tywin Lannister, who served the same style of governmental office as her own father did, for the Westerlands.

"Sansa, I..." He began.

She nodded. "I know what you're going to say, I've been thinking about it too."

There had been bad blood between their families for a while now. Yet despite this, ever since freeing herself from her first boyfriend, Robert's son Joffrey, a horrible arrogant abusive bully, she had slowly found herself drawn to Lancel instead.

While he had helped Joffrey mistreat her; he had the decency to regret his actions, to apologize for them and mean it and slowly friendship and more developed.

'But we keep it secret, for fear of our families finding out.' She reflected sadly.

Sighing Lancel spoke. "I understand the reason why, I always have but...I'm growing tired of hiding Sansa."

"I know, I am too but, we need to figure out, how best to go about this." She replied. "For now, we have to remain secret. But, let's worry about that later, for now, I want to just enjoy this quiet moment with you, before class."

He smiled gently, happily accepting that as they kissed again.


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