a/n: Set in the Modern World of NWHS, alternate.
Index:
NWHS = North Winter High School
NW(H) = North Winter (High)
SSHS = South Summer High School
SS(H) = South Summer (High)
Ages are as listed:
Robb - 17
Jon - 17
Sansa - 15
Arya - 14
Bran - 10
Rickon - 8
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Gendry - 17
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Joffrey - 15
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North Winter High School
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South Summer High School
Chapter 1: —
Mission Bravo: Covert Entry
She couldn't risk being seen with her brothers—who were widely known at NWH and SSH and associated with the Direwolves—so before they headed to NW for class, they dropped Arya a few blocks from SS.
Arya fought the urge to commit suicide at being seen in this school uniform out in public or claw out her eyes as she entered South Summer High's school-grounds and was met with other slightly varied, puke-fest uniforms. Sweater over the shoulders etc., it all just got worse down the line. But they were all the same golden-yellow colour. SS's school colours were gold, red and black, but passing that colour off as gold, was like saying school busses were yellow when they were more the colour of dried-out mustard.
She quickly beat up her idea that this would be a week long mission, and thanked the Gods that Jon and Robb just needed her here for one school day.
Trying to walk like a boy, she went straight down the path to the building doors as the all the other boys mild around and hung out before the first bell rang.
The instant that Arya stepped in the door, she stumbled back a bit as she was hit with an overpowering dismal atmosphere. It was suffocating, more so than the tight binding compressing her breasts. She righted herself, pushing back the feeling and taking a deep breath, walking slow as she looked around her and forced back the gag.
This school was elegant in a useless and gaudy way, unlike NWH that had a mixed student body and uniforms that actually looked good and was built sturdy and strong with its architecture speaking for itself, unlike SSH who was decorated just to show off its deep pockets and lack of taste in the simple things.
Arya went over the plan again in her head as she wandered around. Gathering Intel. What could possibly be useful in mission of retaliation for the cats in the cafeteria?
Summer South was an all boys private school for the wealthy, unlike North Winter that while school uniforms were mandatory, was unisex and a public school. Though a girl, and midway through her first freshman year, Arya could take care of herself—at NW, she was champion on the wrestling team, the only female participant, she's taken out boys five times her size. Her brothers were right, she could act the part of boy just fine, not sure how annoyed by that fact she was—or if it was just her brothers being right about something.
Mission Charlie: Gathering Intelligence
She came to a three way intersection of hall, the corridor that she had been travelling, one leading off to the right and one to the left. Which way to go? As she tried to decide, she looked at the huge representation of SS's mascot, the Lion painted in a mural on the junction wall. She looked up at it open-mouthed, it was huge! A golden lion roaring—and if it had been just that, she could have simply moved on, but it wasn't. It was a lion in a field of green, roaring, in the background were stags who had been grazing, startled by its bellow, and beneath it's heavy paw pinning down a grey dire wolf, blood running the walls red.
"Bastards!" she spat, looking at the display in complete disgust. She took out her cell and snapped a few shots. Her brothers needed to see this display of such disregard and brutality. Arya had been doing this as a favor for her brothers, but now she was aghast at the Lannisters and SS's classlessness and her blood boiled hot with anger. Her hands clenched at her sides the bell startled her from her ravings. "Shit!" she cursed, she wasted all her precious time looking at this piece of crap instead of finishing her tour of this hideous place.
But yes, already she knew what she and her brothers were going to do for revenge. She spun back around, ready to make her leave through her previous pass as the students made their way to classes, and collided into another student.
"Sor—" She started, pushing herself up, but stopped short when she looked up to find that the boy she had bumped into was none other then NW Enemy Number One.
"Little bastard!" Joffrey Lannister cussed at her, glaring down at her still on the floor as he dusted off his black shorts and straightened the sweater around his neck.
Arya would have been rolling around laughing at the sight of him if the situation had been a little different; like if she wasn't deep in enemy territory, and the anger was bubbling up inside of her. She clenched her teeth, Robb and Jon had given her a few ground rules before they sent her into the lion's den (literally)—don't get caught (obvious); under no circumstance get into a fight, if there is confrontation WALK AWAY! She had never walked away from a fight in her life.
"Watch where you're going... you peasant! You stand in the presence of royalty. I am Joffrey Lannister, my family is founder of this school. You should be grovelling in my company like the insect you are. Know your betters." Joffrey lifted his sneakered foot and looked about to kick her at her place on the floor—actually kick her while she was down.
Arya's muscles bunched, about to grab him ankle and throw him to the ground and kick him a few times—see how he liked it—Jon and Robb's rules be damned. She had never actually met Joffrey as Arya Stark (that was part of the reason why she volunteered for this), but her brothers had several times, and now she knew why they hated the prat as much as they did.
Before she could make her move though, someone grabbed her collar and yanked her up and set her on her feet. Arya's head ripped around and found another boy—a rather hot and big boy—standing next to her. He had ink-black bed head, and electric blue eyes, he stood six-feet if not more, broad-shouldered. He didn't wear the usual uniform, but it was coloured differently, making it look all the better. His shirt was red, with the SS crest golden-yellow on the breast but in black marker he'd drawn a circle around it with a line through the middle, and he wore black trousers instead of shorts.
"Not much class in picking on the little people is there, Joffrey?" The dark-haired, blue-eyed boy said, looking down at the smaller, shorter blond. His hand clamped down on Arya's shoulder firmly, keeping her in place—keeping her from tackling Joffrey and caving in his pretty-douche face.
Joffrey glared, not at the other boy, but Arya. "I'll be seeing you again, little bastard, and next time you won't have this Bull to protect you." And he spun on his heel and stormed down the hall, if he had a cape it would have whipped out behind him.
"Grrragh!" Arya growled low in her throat and swiped angrily at the space the other boy had just occupied.
"Easy, kid." The teen muttered.
"Let me go!" Arya shouted, but the only reason she was allowed to tear free was because he allowed it. "I didn't ask for your help."
"No. But that didn't mean you didn't need it." He said, crossing his rather muscular arms loosely over his chest.
Arya tugged down at her polo shirt and glared up at him. "I didn't need help either, I could have taken that ass-hole."
He smirked a little, glancing at her up and down. "I believe you, but it wasn't a fight I was saving you from, kid. That prick—to put it elegantly—is the Priciple's grandson... that mean's he gets specially treatment—as in, he'd get off Scott-free and you'd get detention and cleaning duty at the least, expelled at the most."
"I think I'd have faired pretty fine." She deadpanned. She didn't go to this school, so she couldn't be punished as a student, but it's not like she would have gotten caught in the first place.
"Hmm." He leaned forward slightly and peered at her closely.
Mission Alert: CODE RED!—Discovery Imminent
Crap! At a distance she looked like a boy, and even at a talking distance if the other person didn't suspect she was something other than the boy she was pretending to be and even then they still might not, by the way that he was looking at her... it made her nervous. She didn't think this guy was as obtuse as Joffrey.
"I haven't seen you around here before." He said, straightening up but still looking at her through narrowed eyes. "Did you just transfer? You mustn't have gotten the school-wide bulletin to avoid that boy that get's passed-off as a human these days."
"Yes." She looked him straight in the eye as she said it, she'd learned that long ago when it came to lying.
He cocked his head a little as he looked at her. "What class do you have? I'll take you to it."
"No, that's fine, I can find it by myself. Thanks," she turned and started back down the hall that she had come. She needed to get out of there, she couldn't swear that the clock was ticking down until he zeroed in on what he thought was odd about her.
But he casually walked beside her. "My class is this way, too."
Arya silently cursed. Why won't this guy bugger off? Didn't he know when he wasn't wanted? Maybe he was stupider than she thought.
"Oh-hah-hah." She chuckled, scratching her neck. "Now that I think about it, I'm not feeling all that well—"
"Oh! Then I'll take you to the nurse's office, see that you make it there alright." He offered.
"N-no. I think I'll just head home, no need to bother the nurse." Arya walked for almost another minute down the hall, all the other students in class as the second bell rang to signal the start of class. She pushed through the school's entrance and stepped out onto the front steps, but when she looked he was still next to her, his hands shoved casually into his pockets.
Gods, she couldn't seem to shake him! She fought the urge to tell him to fuck off and quite stalking her! But that was a girl-reaction and right now she wasn't a girl, she was a boy. Damnit! She started down the steps after shooting him a glare that clearly said what she was feeling, but he continued to follow her.
"I could swear," he murmured, "that I've seen you somewhere before."
She tensed a little as she heard this, sure that she'd never seen him herself, but kept walking, not a falter in her stride.
"How long have you been going here?" he asked.
"Not that long," she replied vaguely, starting down the path towards the front gates.
"Hmm." He picked up his pace and walked next to her, openly looking at her.
Seriously, how long was this Gods-damned path?! She stared straight ahead even though she could feel his gaze boring into her face like he was trying to decipher game-cheats. She felt her face turn warm at the attention and gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to clench her hands in a swirl of frustration. She reached the gates with a breath of relief and turned onto the sidewalk. He'd stop following her now, they were off school grounds, he'd forget about her and turn back—but when she looked over, he was still beside her.
"Would you please stop following me!" She exclaimed and started to walk a little faster.
He easily kept the pace with his long strides. "I'm not. I decided to skip today—not that it's any of your business—we just happen to be going the same way."
Arya didn't believe a word he said, and he probably knew it too, but he kept on anyways. What was wrong with this guy? She thought he seemed okay in the school, but now he was starting to look like a creep, one that preyed on younger boys. She could take care of herself if it came to that, but by the way he moved, she could tell that he knew how to fight. She gritted her teeth harder, she couldn't go home with him following her, what was she going to do? She growled low in her throat, her frustration needed to vent out somewhere.
"Oh my Gods!" He suddenly exclaimed, halting.
Arya spun around in surprise. Did he figure out where he knew her from? Was she discovered? But he just grinned at her, holding up a shiny dollar that he'd found on the sidewalk.
"So much better then a lucky penny!"
She shot him a look of degusted and turned back around and continued walking. His own footsteps started up again. She was speed walking now. Her heart was hammering in her chest from the shot of adrenaline that went through her at his exclamation, her breath coming a little faster.
"Hey, what's that?" He said, but she kept walking. Did someone have a hole in their pocket or something? Jeez! But a second later she wished that she'd stopped as she felt a tug—at first she thought that it was her shirt, but when her chest loosened and she could take deeper breathes—she realized that it was the binding around her chest.
She yelped, spinning around to find nearly two meters distance between them, and hanging in-between was the wrap that had been around her chest. She tried to grab for it, but the other end slipped from her shirt and fell to the ground. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, hoping to hid the clear evidence that she was in fact a girl disguised as a boy.
He was looking at her wide-eyes, his mouth open, hand still clutching the wrap. "You—You're a... girl!" he choked.
Her flight or fight instinct kicked in—and while it was usually fight or fight instinct for her, this situation was completely different, it was uncharted territory—so she turned and ran.
"Wait!" He called out to her. "I said—"
He was running after her, she could hear his steps, his breathing, feel him behind her and gaining fast despite the rush of speed she put into her step.
"Just leave me alone!" She yelled at him over her shoulder, her hands too busy pumping at her sides to cross over her chest. She cut into a lawn of grass and realized too late that this was the south entrance to the park where you had to go up a hill to get into the actual park place and level out.
He didn't have to catch her because she stepped wrong and her ankle twinged and she fell on her face. She groaned, gasping and flopped onto her back, staring into the sky as he caught up. She glared at him.
"Gods, who are you? What do you want? Why do you keep following me?" Arya demanded.
"You can call me Gendry," he told her, collapsing onto the grass beside her, gasping. "You were acting weird and I wanted to know what was up. And maybe I was following you just a bit. What about you, huh? Why the hell were you dressed up as a guy?"
Arya groaned, slapping her hands over her face. There was no point now, she was discovered. He was honest enough with her. She sat up and looked over at him. "I go to NWH—"
"That's where I know you from! NW's wrestling team. You guys went against SS's team earlier this year." Gendry interrupted her before she barely got a few words out, happy to finally put that nagging feeling to rest.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "You're not on the wrestling team, I would have remembered you."
"No. My dad's the coach and makes me come to the matches."
"You dad?" Now it was Arya's turn to peer at him closely, and thought back to her last match with SS. Their coach was a loud, pot-bellied older man with long dark hair and a biker beard—and he also happened to be the Vice Principle. "Oh my Gods, you're a Baratheon?!" She exclaimed. "Your father's Robert Baratheon?"
"I'm an not a Baratheon!" Gendry's voice hardened and she sat back in surprise. "I am a Waters. Robert just happens to be the sperm of my creation."
"Okay." She said placatingly. "So, who's your mother?"
He sighed and his blue eyes looked pained. "She was a teacher at SS. She and Robert had an affair and she got pregnant. Of course, it wasn't a fairly tail ending, he's married to Cersei Lannister, you know? So he didn't take responsibility for me, but paid the child support each month. When my mother died when I was five, he got custody, and my life's been hell ever since."
"You mean Joffrey—"
"My step-brother, yeah. Thank the Seven I'm not related to that little pissant though." He carded his fingers through his dark locks and glanced at her. "I've told you some pretty personal things about myself, you gonna return the favour or what."
Mission Delta: Plan Of Attack, Part 1
"You're the one who went and poured your guts out!" She pointed out, but smiled a little. "My names Arya—I'm a Stark if you must know. Last week Joffrey made our school cafeteria into a feral cat litter box, so I went undercover—" he sniggered, she glared at him "—undercover to see if I could dig up some dirt, come up with a plan of revenge."
"And?" he wondered. "Did you?"
She raised her brows. "I'm not so sure I should tell you, you are the enemy after all."
"Seriously? I hate that school as much—if not more—than you guys at NW. I could be your inside guy, I could totally help you out!"
"Hmm." She looked at him closely as she thought. He had a rocky relationship with his father at best, hated the shit out of his step-brother, she could only imagine what 24/7 around a douch like Joffrey was like. If anyone could hate SS and the Lannisters as much as NW and the Starks, it was Gendry Waters. "All right... don't make me regret this guy-I-just-met-an-hour-ago."
"You won't, boy-I-just-met-who-turned-out-to-be-a-girl-in-disguise-with-a-plan-that-schemes-to-be-awesome." He grinned.
"Okay, so you know that disgusting mural of the lion at the end of the hall?"
"Ugh, yeah. I have to see that thing every day!"
"Well, what I was thinking was..."
When her brothers found out that she brought Gendry, a SS student in on their plan of attack, they wouldn't be too happy, but they would in the end of things; they needed Gendry if this was going to work.
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