a/n: Set in the Modern World of NWHS, alternate. Here are the promised chapters! Chapter Includes: Gross Indecency.

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 4: —
Mission Hotel: Reconnaissance

Wednesday night, Gendry had come over to Winterfell Manor so that he and Jon could work on the sketches that were going to be used on the assault on SSH. Those two were the best artists on the team so it would be Robb and Arya's job to get the supplies and keep watch as the two worked on the night of the attack. He stayed for dinner again, this time a homemade meal, and the Stark children fielded a conference call from both parents around the same time—Sansa dare not say a word. Gendry left around 10:00 p.m.

Thursday morning, Arya called the school and pretended to be Catelyn Stark informing the secretary that her daughter Arya was staying home due to ill feelings. They bought it like the last time with a murmur for her to get better. The SSH uniform with which Arya had nightmares about wearing again, encased her chest-bound body once more. Robb and Jon dropped her off at the same spot as Monday, the only difference this time was that Gendry was there waiting for her.

"Hey," Robb called to the pair through the rolled down window as Jon pulled away from the curb. "Stay out of trouble children!"

Arya flipped her brother the bird and he returned the favor with a bark of laughter as the car disappeared down the street. Gendry raised a dark brow at her as they started off towards SS, a few other students ahead of them.

"What?" She shrugged. "That's what he gets for calling me a child."

He just shook his head. "Just stick to me like glue, okay?"

"I'll be super glue." She grinned.

"I'm serious, Arya." Gendry said.

"I know." Her expression matched his serious one.

"You'll have a target on you back with Joffrey, but he won't do anything as long as I'm around. And yes, I know that you can kick his Q-tip ass easily, but that's beside the point—we don't want attention drawn to us. You're the talk of the school, that confrontation put a spotlight on you that we didn't need—so we have to be low key as possible. Try not to get in anyone's face, and if any of the boys come up to you, your name if Arry Williams—it's a rather general name around here, so they won't be able to pinpoint your exact family. I am going to have to go to some of my classes, better not to draw attention to myself from the teachers."

"But if you go to class, what am I supposed do?" She asked.

He furrowed his brows in thought, his arms crossed loosely across his chest as they walked, she watched him. "I guess I'm going to have to sneak you into class, or you can hideout in a stall in the bathroom."

"What? The bathroom?! I don't want to sit in the boys bathroom for almost two hours while I wait for you!" She protested. "Can't I take a look around the school while all the other students and the teachers are distracted with class?"

He sighed. "Maybe... I can skip my first period, which is gym, that's easy enough, but my next period is economics with Baelish, he's a sneaky bastard—he always tracks me down if I try and skip his class, so I can't risk it. But after lunch I should have shown you all you need to see and then you can get out of here."

"Wouldn't it just be better if I came at lunch, that way we'll be free to wander around the school without drawing suspicion?" She wondered.

But Gendry was shaking his head. "That would draw too much suspicion towards you, if you just showed up for that brief time at lunch and then were never seen again. No, it's better if you're there in the morning and through lunch, and then Arry can disappear and everyone will just think that you left because of Joffrey—that way, you'll be forgotten just like all the other's that he's scared off."

"Okay," Arya breathed as the walked through South Summer High's front gates with all the other students.

Gendry gave her a quick pat on the back in reassurance before shoving his hands in his pockets as they walked down the path. They went up the front steps and through the doors into the building. No one paid them any mind; they were all used to seeing Gendry in his altered uniform, and another boy in the foul school uniform just blended with all the others. Gendry was able to get through a tour of half the first floor before the first bell rang and students went to gather their books from their lockers and started to head to class—it was then that they hid away in one of the bathrooms, closing themselves in a stall until five minutes into class to make sure everyone was out of the halls.

Arya sat crouched upon the toilet, her hands planted on either side of the stall and her sneakered feet planted firmly on the open seat as Gendry stood in front of her, his back to her so that if another boy came, it would seem like he was just taking a dump. The girl didn't want to think about the teen taking a shit, or that if she slipped she'd end of in the toilet bowl, so she tried to think of other things while they waited the ten minutes.

She went over the quarter completed map in her head of SS and it was like another nightmare, the gaudy decorations didn't seem to end. The bathrooms weren't quiet the horror show that she'd pictured—like a gas station bathroom—but ended up being like a five-star restaurants restroom; she'd actually been surprised that there wasn't a man waiting by the sinks to hand over a fresh handtowel with some cologne and bowl of mints—that probably would have sent her over the edge.

"Is it time yet?" Arya whispered. "I'm cramping back here."

"Just another minute to be safe," he murmured back, his back a straight line inches from her face.

She was quiet as she tried not to smell him, but they were both in the small space of the stall and he was right in front of her—she had to admit that he smelled pretty good for a teenage boy.

"'Kay." He unlocked the door and stepped out, looking over his shoulder at her. "Coming?"

She gave her head a little shake and hopped from the toilet, landing light on her feet and stepped from the stall with relief. "Where to?"

"We can finish the first floor and do the second by the start of second period," Gendry said and peeked out the door to make sure the corridor was clear. "Clear."

They stepped out of the bathroom and Gendry recommenced his tour-guide duties; whenever they passed a classroom door, they duck-walked under the door windows to avoid notice.

Though 'rich and elegant' SS was built like any other school. On the ground floor, the main floor; there was the office and the attached V.P.'s, it had the cafeteria, gymnasium and changing rooms with showers, auditorium, an indoor pool, all the chemistry and biology classes, with a huge art studio and music studio with individual sound-proof practice room and the lockers and teachers lounge. She noted the entrances and exits; there was the main entrance, a side door at the west wing, another side door to the east and close to that the back door, along with emergency exits in the gym, cafeteria and auditorium.

There were two flights of stairs that took you to the second floor with all the english and history classes. Another teachers lounge, a huge ass library that was as big as the public one downtown, a study hall. And like on the main floor, at the end of that main corridor, the mural of the lion, stags and wolf, there was a similar rendering on the second floor. Arya quickly took a few pics of that as well, though there was no wolf in the painting this time, she still felt the anger and disgust. The main feature was the lion drinking from a watering hole, with a scattering of stags (which represented the Baratheon Family, which had ties with the Lannisters long before Robert and Cersei's marriage) around it, with a trout snarled in the lion's jaw. The trout was the animal of her mother's House, the Tully's, they were her family just as much as the Starks were. This was yet another slander to her family. Gendry and Jon had more work ahead of them before tomorrow night yet—this mural could stand no more than the one downstairs.

Gendry let her fume there for a moment, as the end of first period's bell rang and the students came pouring out. Arya stuck to him like glue as she followed him to his locker which was also on the second floor to collect his books for his economics class that was on the third floor. But he waited the last minute, hiding her away in the bathroom once more—they decided that it was better if she stay hidden then wandering around and getting caught—before he rushed off to his class.

Mission Status: Sidelined—The Waiting Game

The girl disguised as a boy sighed and locked herself in the stall second from the end. This bathroom was just the same as the last. No way was she going to stand for almost two hours, and crouch over the toilet either, but she wasn't just going to sit on it. So she wasted time tugging on the toilet paper, which almost felt like silk, and tore it from the role, making a complete covering of the seat. She used the whole roll of paper before she felt safe enough to sit, careful so that she didn't tear through the center—just as glad as before that these weren't automatic flush toilets with the movement sensors or she would have been doomed.

She took out her cell phone and fell into the world of Angry Birds for the complete period, absorbed right in. Normally, she would have gone off exploring anyway, but this was too important for her to go AWOL, this meant too much so she would stay here and wait for Gendry to come and get her again for lunch, where in they see the third floor, with its own mural. She wondered what affront would next be made to her family this last time.

Before she knew it, she'd gone up several levels in her game and the period bell rang, signalling its end and the beginning of lunch. When the bathroom door opened she tucked her cell in her pocket and stayed where she was. Could Gendry have gotten back to her this fast? It was that doubt the kept her in her place, and saved her from walking straight into Joffrey.

Mission Alert: CODE RED!—Enemy Approaching.

She could see his flair of blond hair through the thin strip in the door hinge, wearing the same gross uniform as her with his pompous sweater loosely tied around his shoulders. Arya held her breath as he ambled over to the urinals on the left side of the bathroom, she quickly turned her gaze as lowered his shorts to his thighs, but caught the flash of white from his tighty-whities. She was barely able to hold back the whoop of laughter; Rickon was eight and he didn't even wear little boy undies.

He started to piss. "Taking shit in my bathroom, eh?"

Arya was startled to hear his voice. She was the only one in here, so he must be speaking to her. She wasn't sure whether she was supposed to answer him or not, and what would she say in the first place? Yes? Or, no I'm not taking a shit, you pig, why would you even ask someone a question like that in the first place, what the fuck is wrong with you? Or something along those lines. But she was saved from the indecision as he continued to speak.

"I always find myself doing that as well, it's all the more satisfying, right boy?" His stream ended and he tucked himself back into his undies, pulling his shorts back up.

Unable to see any alternative, Arya grunted in response.

"Yeah," he flushed the urinal. "I think I'm going to join you."

Much to the girl's dismay, the boy claimed the stall next to her. Why would anyone want to take a dump next to another person, it was just absurd! She glanced at the floor and was just able to see the side of his sneaker and socked ankle, and then he pulled his black shorts and white undies down.

He gave a small grunt as he pushed and Arya squeezed her eyes shut tight. Where the hell was Gendry? She needed to get the fuck out of here.

His voice was breathy. "To help move things along, I jerk myself off, it helps relax the muscles. It natural."

Her eye popped open at this and she stared at the partition open-mouthed—was he—did he—She gagged. Fuck Gendry, she needed to get away from this freak before she was completely traumatized and he actually did what he was talking so casually about. She jumped to her feet, tore her carefully built cover on the toilet and flushed it with two plunges and ran the hell out of there. At the door, she flew straight into Gendry who was coming in.

"Wha—?" He started, but Arya tore passed him as Joffrey started grunting.

Gendry felt sick to his stomach as he recognized them for what they were for and exactly who they belonged to, he ran after Arya wishing he never knew who and why Joffrey did what he did.

Arya didn't care about the third floor, it wasn't like it entered into their plan anyways—she'd just get Gendry to tell her what was up there and about the mural on the wall—but she needed to be from this place, from here forever. The older teen finally caught up to her as she stepped from the school, but that wasn't far enough for her. But he grabbed her arm and dragged her around to the side of the school, and out of sight of the other boys.

"Arya!" He said sharply, giving her a shake.

She was pale and gasping, her usually determined eyes wide with revulsion. "Please, can we leave this place?" her voice was strained.

"Yeah, yeah. Walk with me," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, tucking her small body against his side as he led her down the path and out the school gates. She stumbled alongside him, unseeing, as he led her several blocks away and sat them down on an empty bench. He stayed silent, his arm still wrapped around her narrow shoulders as she clung to his warmth and solidness like a victim in shock.

"Tell me you didn't know he did that." Her voice hollow. She stared straight ahead into the street and the passing cars, her head leaning against his broad shoulder.

He sighed and gave a little shudder. "I do know, unfortunately."

"Why?" she wondered. "Why?"

"The Lannisters are the most fucked up people I have ever met in my life." Gendry muttered. "I don't know what it is, but they're just... disturbed. Cersei's the worst, the way she acts around Joffrey, it's like she's obsessed with him. Her mothering is to the extreme—one of the reasons that I hardly ever want to be in that house—she bathes him like he's a baby, tucks him in like one, she cuts up his food and even chooses his outfits, and she lets him get away with anything. Once, when I was twelve, Joffrey would have been ten and his little sister Myrcella around two—well she found one of his toys that he just left laying around and was playing with it, he hated anyone touching his things other than him. He started screaming at her, trying to get the toy away, but she was just a kid, she didn't know any better and wouldn't let go—and he slapped her, right in this face, this little girl, this baby. Cersei heard all the crying and the screaming and came running—and went straight to Joffrey. It's sick, the way she coddles him." He sneered in disgust.

"Is that why he's the way he is?" She couldn't understand how a mother could care for a child as nasty as him.

Gendry shook his head and she looked up at him. "A couple of years ago, my uncle on Robert's side, Renly—he's only four years older than me—he's an okay guy—well, we we're hanging out and I asked him if he knew who Joffrey's father was, because Myrcella and Tommen were born after I came to live with Robert and Cersei, and he told me something disturbing."

"What? What was it?" She felt a shiver go through her at what this secret might be.

He looked down at her intently, his voice low as a whispered as he spoke. "Well... did you know that Cersei was born a twin? His name is Jaime, he's a very handsome looking man, both as blond as the sun—the two of them had always been really closer, closer than any other siblings. When Cersei got pregnant with Joffrey, she had no boyfriend, people suspected not even a one-night stand. Just one-day she wasn't, the next she was." He made a poof-like-magic gesture.

She furrowed her brows. "So who was the father?"

"Well, look at me." He said. "Black hair, blue eyes. My mother was a blond with brown eyes. Myrcella and Tommen both have dark blond hair, almost a light brown, with blue eyes. Joffrey has blinding blond hair—who else has hair like that?"

She said slowly, "Cersei, obviously. And..." Her eyes widened, and she paled considerably. "You don't think—"

Gendry shrugged his shoulders and leaned back.

"But you can't really think that Renly meant—I mean—you just can't!"

"Why not?" He asked. "Just look at the facts and they should tell you all you need to know. The sun-blond hair. The way the Cersei mother's him. His repugnant nature [jerking off as he takes a shit]—maybe this is why he's a spiteful little bastard."

Arya was very strong-willed and bull-headed, Stark traits, she wasn't fazed by much and if she was, it wasn't for very long, but this was something different and completely unto itself. This was... wrong, plan and simple. The thought made her stomach turn and turn.

"Arya?" Gendry asked in wonder, seeing her ghost expression, maybe even green around the gills. Maybe he shouldn't have told her that.

"I think I'm going to be sick!" She spun around on the bench, hanging half-way over the back and trapping Gendry's arm beneath her as she first retched a couple of times and then expelled her breakfast of French toast and maple syrup with fried bologna from her body with some powerful heaves right behind them on the grass.

Gendry gagged, trying to tug his arm free as the smell of vomit reached him. He gave his arm a hard jerk, tearing the limb free, and nearly toppling the girl over the bench into her own sick before jumping to his feet and moving away until he could only smell the breeze.

She groaned, twisted back around, slumping on the bench, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. The smell of her sick was making her eyes water and she stumbled to her feet and staggered away. How could she ever un-listen? Un-hear? Un-live what happened in that bathroom?

It took him a second to realized that Arya wasn't there when he couldn't hear her groaning, and when he turned he saw her staggering down the sidewalk in the opposite direction—not in a straight line. He ran to her, grabbing her, if he hadn't she probably would have ended up in the middle of the street and traffic.

Jesus! She really didn't look alright. He broke her, he actually broke her. In the three days that he'd known her, she was the toughest cookie he'd ever met, and now she just seemed to be a crumbled one. He couldn't take her back home like this, her brothers would kill him, her little ones would hate him, what if she stayed like this and her parents came home?

He guided her along like a lost puppy, or someone with a concussion, slowly heading back to Winterfell Manor, trying to think. Cutting through the park, it came to him. He set her on a bench and went the twenty feet to the other side of the fountain, a moment later, when he came back, his hands were laden with ice cream. He held the cone stacked high with Rocky Road in front of her nose. She blinked, her grey eyes slowly focusing.

"Thanks!" She grinned, taking the treat from him and started liking.

"Are you okay?" He asked after a moment, relief going through him that she no longer looked like a zombie—it was like giving a kid ice-cream after they fell down and scraped their knee.

"Yeah. I guess I was a little out of it, huh?" She licked the drips from the edge of the cone before they could drop.

"A little?" he raised a brow.

"Well, it's not everyday and girl get scarred for life, is it!" She replied bitterly giving him a look, he looked a little ashamed. "A little warning next time, or don't tell me at all. But one thing is very clear,"

"What's that?" he asked when she didn't continued to speak but lick.

She paused briefly a looked the other teen straight in the eye. "We Are Never Ever Talking About This Again." She enunciated slowly and clearly.

"Agreed."

And she went back to her ice-cream. After a moment of watching her, he started on his own, which was half melted and running down his hand but he didn't care, Arya didn't seem to be broken anymore and they could move ahead with their plan.

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Mission India: Plan of Attack, Part 4

When Gendry came over that afternoon, after he and Arya left the park, he and Jon really cracked down on those sketches, after the girl showed her two brothers the other mural on the second floor that targeted their mother's family House.

On their way back to Winterfell Manor, Arya had asked the teen about the third floor. All that was up there was Principle Tywin's office, the maths, economics, detention room, computer lab (two of them that together housed nearly 75 computers all with internet access. And the mural was of a lion riding on the back of a three-headed dragon, fangs tearing into the beast's wing, felling it from the sky—a slander against the Targaryens across the Narrow Sea.

To make the actual mission night go faster, Robb and Arya had driven to the art store downtown and had gotten a huge, industrial sized roll of art paper. Now when Gendry and Jon (who had the artistic touch in their group), were done with the rough sketches on small pieces of blank paper, they could then maximize the size and draw the outline on the bigger paper. From there, it was Arya and Robb's job to cut them out. Essentially, it was like huge colour by number. They'd tape the big sheet of paper over the mural already painted on the wall, and then paint in the cut out spaces—and when the paper was removed, voila! A completed mural that represented the Lannisters so much better.

Sansa was over at Jeyne's place again. Mr. Luwin checked on them at the scheduled time. Mother and Father called around supper, for which again Gendry ate with them. The teenager stayed until the same time that Jeyne's dad dropped Sansa off, and Arya and him had made the deal that they wouldn't tell Jon and Robb what happened in the bathroom at SSH today because they weren't even going to talk about it amongst themselves.

Tomorrow night, their Plan of Attack would be put into fruition and become the Assault.

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