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 3: —
Mission Status: Intermission
In the hour before Robb and Jon had to go pick up Bran and Rickon, the four had at least gotten a general idea of what they wanted to do—they had until Thursday night to undertake their mission. It was decided that Gendry would stay for dinner, it was the least the Starks could do after involving him.
"Don't you have to get home?" Arya wondered as the pair waited for the pizza to arrive. It was nearing six, so the evening shows were on TV, they selected a rerun of Criminal Minds.
"Nah. Robert hardly notices me when I'm there, he won't even notice that I'm not. And Cersei prefers it when I'm not there. I'm usually only at the house to sleep anyways." Gendry explained.
"Oh. Well, I guess that's good for us then. We can really put our efforts into our plan."
"Yep."
"Hey, this is the one where Reid gets kidnapped by that religious guy. This is one of my favorites!" Arya said, watching the TV.
"Really? I don't think I've actually seen this episode."
"Seriously? Then shut up and watch it, it's a good one!" She told him.
"Heh." Gendry scoffed, but did as he was told and put his focus on the television.
The episode was at it's climax withReid strapped to the chair on the floor and have a seizer when the door bell rang.
"Fuck!" Arya cursed. "Keep watching," she ordered when Gendry seemed to start to get up. She jumped up and dashed for the door. "Hey, Hot Pie." She greeted, recognizing the older teen.
"Oh, what's up, Arry? Parent's must be away, huh? That'll be $35.95; one extra large pepperoni with extra cheese, one extra large meat lovers with extra sauce; cheese and garlic sticks; three cans of Coke, one Sprite, one Pepsi, one Diet Pepsi." The chubby teen always called her Arry, always thinking her a boy—but what did it really matter?
They did a juggling act as Arya handed him the money with a tip, and he loaded her arms with all their food. "Thanks," she grunted and he waved goodbye. She kicked the door shut, and rushed to the kitchen, the heat from the pizza burning through the thin cardboard and through her sleeves. She set it on the island with relief.
"You could have asked me for help, you know." Gendry said from the doorway that led to the front hall.
"I managed just fine," She stuck her chin out even as she rubbed at the inside of her arms.
He smirked. "If you say so."
"Is the episode done?" She wondered.
"Commercial."
"My brothers should be back any minute now," she said, turning to the cupboards and grabbed six plates.
"So, four brothers, huh?" He came further into the kitchen and crossed his arms, leaning on the island as he watched her. "Is that why you dress up as one?"
"I don't do it recreationally!" She protested, setting the dishes on the island. "After I volunteered to help Robb and Jon out, it was the best plan of action. It worked out, didn't it? Joffrey was clueless and you didn't find out until you literally ripped the binding from my body—remember?" She turned back to the cupboard to grab some cups.
"Yes, I remember." He whispered.
She looked over her shoulder and found him looking at her with a steady gaze. She quickly turned back around. "Anyways," she cleared her throat. "I have an older sister."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Sansa. But were about as close as the sun and the moon." She said drily.
Gendry chuckled. "Probably girly, too, I bet."
"Yes..." she set the cups along side the pile of plates. "What of it?"
"Nothing." But he was smirking.
A brow twitched. "Anything further to add?"
"Nope." He shook his head, still grinning.
She went in the drawer and pulled out a butcher knife to cut the rest of the way through the crust. "Good." She said with her eyes widened slightly.
"Let's not get violent." He stood up straight, holding his hands up.
She grinned at him, laying the knife on the counter, about to reply when the front door banged open.
"You better run, you little turd!" Robb's voice reached them.
And a childish giggle followed as a flash of red-red streaked by the kitchen door to the main hall. A few seconds later Robb ran by. A minute later, Jon and Bran stepped into the kitchen, the latter in his softball uniform.
"Gendry, this is one of our little brother's, Bran." Jon said. "This is Gendry, he's a friend."
"Nice to meet you." Bran said politely from Jon's side.
"You too Bran." Gendry nodded to the brown-haired boy.
"Change and we can eat. And if you find those two, put them in their place, would you, Bran?" Jon patted him brother's shoulder.
"Sure," Bran smiled and left the way he entered, heading up the big staircase where Rickon and Robb were running around.
"What did Rickon do?" Arya wondered.
Jon laughed. "He pants Robb in front of a bunch of girls at school."
Arya cracked up. "He was wearing his lucky boxers, for your presentation, wasn't he?"
He nodded, grinning.
"Lucky boxers?" Gendry asked. "Do I even want to know?"
Jon looked to him. "He was wearing them the first time a girl kissed him, he was ten. It was a pair that mother had gotten him for Christmas, she thought they were tie-dye, but it turns out they're butterflies—but he still won't throw them out. Now he wears them every time there's an important event happening, from a class presentation to a team game."
"Pizza still hot?" Robb asked as he and the youngest Stark boys finally came down from upstairs. Jon and Arya were grinning at him, Gendry too. "What?" he asked, clearly dreading the answer.
"Butterflies?" Gendry wondered.
"I can't believe you told him!" Robb exclaimed at Jon and Arya. "That's private, family business!" The pair started laughing and Gendry smirking, Bran was smiling too as the eldest Stark son was shooting everyone indignant looks. "This is your fault, Rickon." He complained.
The little boy just smiled innocently at his big brother as Arya dished out his two pepperoni slices, cheese & garlic bread stick, and poured his Coke into a big plastic cup.
"We're gonna watch a movie in the living room," Arya told the boy. "If you spill, Rickon, mother's gonna kill us."
"I won't." Rickon promised and shuffled off to the living room, his dishes carefully balanced.
The rest of them got their own plates in a haphazard crowded sort of way. Bran took three pepperoni, the Sprite and a breadstick; Arya took two slices of the meat lovers and a piece of pepperoni, the diet Pepsi and two breadsticks; Jon took four slices of the meat lovers, a Coke and a breadstick; Robb took three meat lovers and a pepperoni, the last Coke and no breadstick; and Gendry took two slices of each, the Pepsi and a couple breadsticks. The group all settled in the living room, the older boys claiming the couch, eating from their laps, while the three youngest Starks settle in front on the floor, claiming the coffee table and sharing the ranch dip between the three of them—as the watched the movie Turbo.
When the movie was over and they were all finished eating, the two boys were sent up stairs to get cleaned up and do their homework for the night, and Gendry helped Arya clean up before he had to pack it in.
"Are you sure I can't drive you?" Jon asked, standing out front with the other teen and his sister, the porch light on.
"I'm sure, but thanks anyway, I can find myself to the house just fine. Thanks for the pizza, and we'll talk more tomorrow?" Gendry said, walking backwards down the stone path, navigating the winding trail perfectly for a guy who had only seen it once before.
"We exchanged numbers, didn't we?" Arya reminded him, her arms over her chest as she stood beside Jon, watching the other boy intently. "Don't get mugged and killed on the way," she called after him as he got further and further away, a car stopping at the curb behind the close drive gate, and Sansa stepping out as she was dropped off, "I'd hate to have to find another double agent for our cause!"
He flashed a grin. "I can take care of myself!" And then he was gone, slipping through the path gate and disappearing a few seconds before Sansa came through and the car drove off.
"Who are you talking to?" Sansa asked as she walked passed them and into the house, not even saying hello, barely giving the pair a glance of acknowledgement.
The pair shared a look and an eye roll. "No one." Arya said.
"Did you eat?" Jon asked.
"Of course I ate! Unlike this family, the Pooles are civilized and feed their guests." And with that contemptuous comment, she went upstairs and disappeared into her room.
"Pleasant as always," Arya muttered as they came inside.
"We did feed our guest," Jon said.
"Yeah, but to her it was probably gruel to what she dined on at the Pooles'." She mocked.
"Yeah." He smiled. "Before I forget, I got the work that you missed at school today."
"Great," she groaned. "Anything else?"
He chuckled. "The den?" He suggested.
Arya glowered at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Please tell me that's it,"
He opened his mouth to say more, his finger up but Arya clapped her hand over her brother's mouth. "No," she said darkly, "not another word, brother."
He held up his hands innocently and after a moment she released his mouth. "Have fun!" He blurted, and dashed off upstairs before she could punch him.
Arya groaned, rubbing her hand over her face. Vacuuming first, before it got too late, she was just going to have to sew the beanbag tomorrow sometime, then today's missed school work. As she vacuumed down in the den, she thought about Gendry and how lucky they were that the teen was on their side, he was invaluable to their plan.
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Mission Status: Resumed
It was decided that Arya would go to school on Tuesday and her, Jon and Robb would meet up with Gendry after school to go over their plan in further detail from yesterday. They met in the park that was midway between their respective schools, but Arya got a text from Jon saying that he and Robb would be an hour or so late because they got stuck with cleaning duty, so it was just Arya and Gendry.
They claimed a pair of swings in the playground area despite them being for the little kids playing around, but they were ignored. Arya glanced over at the older boy as he swung through the air, their pace and power matched; he was still in his uniform (she had NW's on as well, though trousers instead of the pleated skirt that all the other girls wore)—the good-looking one, not the puke-fest that she had to wear the other day—with a blue unbuttoned button up shirt flapping around him like wings.
"I thought we talked about the staring?" Gendry said, turning to look at her.
She didn't turn her gaze away. "How come your uniform isn't eye-gouge and gag inducing with everyone else's at SSH?" She asked him, curious.
"I would never be caught dead in those uniforms. I made this myself."
"You did?" Her mouth was agape, was there nothing this guy couldn't seem to do?
"It's a secret, so don't tell anyone." He winked at her. "You didn't look too bad yourself though."
"Ha ha, that's funny." She said sarcastically.
"I try," he smiled. "But I was serious."
Mission Golf: Plan Of Attack, Part 3
"Whatever, it's bad enough that I have to put that stuff on again tomorrow." She shuddered.
"I'm looking forward to it," he grinned.
"You sure no one's going to notice another student just popping up?" She asked, her bangs going into her eyes as she swung back.
"Nope. That's not going to be the problem, the real trouble will be from the dickhead." Gendry said as he pumped his powerful legs on the front swing. "Joffrey was looking for you all day, he wants to kill you for knocking him down yesterday. He figures that you were absent today because you were scared."
Arya scoffed. "It's that asshole who should be afraid of me, that improper self-assured retard."
"Maybe next time he pisses me off, I'll just sick you on him instead of lifting a finger." He mused.
She shot him a shark-grin. "You have my number."
He laughed. "A boy can dream," he murmured.
"Hey, there's Robb and Jon!" Arya pointed, Gendry following her finger. Up the small hill, her brothers settled at the picknick table that the four had agreed to meet at.
"Finally, how long does it take to clean a classroom anyway."
"They never apply themselves when it comes to shit like that." She said. "Wanna see who can land the farthest?"
"You're on!" He grinned. "Winner has to carry the other up the hill?"
"Bring it! Three pumps and it's lift off,"
No way am I losing, Arya thought with each pump of her legs, putting as much power as she could into them. Gendry was stronger than her, but he was also bigger—it was a lot of weight to carry through the air. She was sure that she could win this, though she wasn't as strong as him, she was still strong, she was a wrestler, and she was small, easier to propel—like a sack of potatoes to a barrel of pumpkins.
"GO!" They called together and jumped together.
Arya flew through the air, almost flat like a high jumper, cutting through the air, trying to propel herself further, but she'd leaned back too far and couldn't get her feet under her proper as she hit the sand. Her shoes hit the sand, sending as shock through her body and she fell on her ass, sand spraying around her. She looked over to Gendry and found him a foot farther than her, standing up straight, his arms held straight in the air above his head in silent victory.
She climbed to her feet, glowering as she dusted the sand from her uniform. "How the hell did you get father than me? You're giant like a fucking tree!"
He put his arms down and grinned over at her. "It's all about the release, baby, the release."
"Whatever." She grumped.
"Carry me, servant." He purred.
"We started at the bottom," she started to move off.
"Wait," he jogged to catch up with her. "I was joking, Arya."
"I'm not," she returned, looking at him as they stopped at the bottom of the hill, Jon and Robb watching them curiously. "I took on the bet, I lost, so I accept the punishment." She gave herself a little stretch.
"You're just a girl," he protested.
She narrowed her eyes. "I've taken guys down as big as you."
"That's completely different!"
"We are doing this!" she growled.
"Why are you being so stubborn about this?" he wondered.
"I have my pride," she said.
Gendry sighed and ran his fingers through his ink locks in stress; he couldn't be the one to wound her pride. "Fine," he resigned himself.
She looked surprised when he agreed, but wasn't going to look a gift-horse in the mouth so she turned her back on him and bent her knees a little, bracing herself for his much heavier weight. He slowly climbed onto her small back, she grunted as she took his weight, her knees locking. It was like a Great Dane hitching a ride on the back of a Chihuahua—or worse yet, an elephant hitching a ride on the back of a donkey. But she managed, nearly. Much to Arya's dismay, half way up the hill, she was crushed by his weight and Gendry ended up carrying her the rest of the way up the hill.
"Is this some more of your S&M stuff, guys?" Robb said as the finally made it to the bench, Gendry dropping her down next to him.
Arya glared at her brother. "It was a bet."
"Oooh, she takes those very seriously." Jon whispered to Gendry next to him.
"Yeah. I learned that very recently," the other boy deadpanned.
"Can we please talk about the plan?" she grumbled.
"Alright. So, Gendry and I will be working on the sketches tonight. Tomorrow, Arya, you'll attend SS with Gendry again, getting the lay of it and all that. Come Thursday night, Gendry will get the keys from Robert and we'll all meet up the school, and use the paint from the art room." Jon said as they huddled close, secret like.
Gendry chipped in, "There's only one security guard for the whole building, Pycelle. He's an old, slow bastard, and only circuits the outside of the building. It'll be easy to bypass him, I'll have Robert's keys, the drunk won't even notice them gone. It should only take a couple hours to complete the job and we can leave the same way we came, locking it up. There's an alarm system, but I have the code for that as well, so the cops won't be a problem."
"I don't think I need remind everyone, but I'll say it anyway." Jon added, "What we will be doing will be illegal; breaking and entering onto private property, vandalism—"
"It's not really breaking and entering if we have the key and security codes," Robb said. "Technically speaking."
"We'll still get in shit if this Pycelle guy catches us, or the codes are out of date. The cops will be called and if we're caught, there could be real trouble here, guys. This is serious. Mother and dad with seriously murder us if we get arrested, so if on the chance that it does—fess up, okay? No bullshitting around. Are we all clear?"
Everyone nodded and muttered their agreement.
"Do you think that the cops could really catch us?" Arya asked. "They never caught Joffrey for the cafeteria. There was a few broken windows and all the cats either had an 'L' or a 'J' painted on them—it was so obviously him, but he was never charged or whatever."
"They probably did figure out it was him, but he's a Lannister and his grandfather has loads of cash, he probably paid to make it go away." Robb said bitterly.
"That is what happened." Gendry said and the three of them looked at him in shock. "A few days later the police came by the house, I heard them talking about NWH with Cersei—and Tywin happened to be there as well, but he made it go away before they could even think about charging Joffrey."
"What the fuck? Can they really do that?" Arya exclaimed.
"Of course they can!" Gendry scoffed, his face dark with disgust. "The Lannisters are dirty bastards, they have lots of money and reputation, their money's in a lot of high pockets around the city. They can do just whatever the fuck they want!"
"Not this time!" Jon growled. "They're going to pay for what they did to NWH and how they disgraced our House, our Name. This'll show them that they aren't untouchable, that even 'royalty' like them suffer the consequences of their misdeeds."
"It's their turn to feel humiliated." Gendry agreed, his fists clenched on the table top.
Arya swallowed, but was determined. This was for her family, her school... and Gendry too.
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