Game of Thrones: Fading Scars

Chapter 8 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 8

Arya suppressed the urge to growl, trying to keep her temper under control. She couldn't believe she had let herself be talked into this. She was at the school prom, despite her disdain of anything like it, she had found herself practically coerced into coming. Mostly due to the teasing of three certain girls who seemed to make a sport out of annoying her.

So here she was stuck in an event she utterly despised, wearing clothes she hated, chosen by her sister; a short black dress that reached down to mid-thigh, silver sandals and a silver hair piece. She shook her head and tugged on the skirt of the dress, trying to lengthen it.

'It's too damn short.' That was her main complaint, but nobody had paid attention when she said it.

It wasn't just those three girls either, Sansa had practically pleaded with her to come. In the end she guessed that was what won her over, especially since, due to the nightclub incident, Sansa wouldn't have been allowed to go to prom otherwise.

Arya shook her head. 'Gods, Sansa owes me big time for this.'

Even as she thought that she saw her sister approaching and glared. Once again, without any real effort, Sansa looked great, certainly Pod's expression made it clear he thought so. Both were dressed up well, Sansa in a long pale blue dress and white heels, Pod wore an elegant white tuxedo with white shoes.

Sansa smiled warmly when she approached her sister.
"Hey Arya, how are you doing?"

Arya glared and replied spikily. "How do you think?"

Sansa bit her lip before replying. "Arya, it's not as bad as you think; we can personally reassure you that…"

"You can't seriously expect me to believe that." Arya replied. "I'm here at an event I don't want be at, those girls are sure to give me grief."

Podrick shook his head. "Arya; please, relax."

Arya glared at him but sighed. They both saw that she was clearly unhappy; but then, they knew what was going to happen. As they left Sansa turned to Pod.

"I feel bad, doing this, Arya's clearly upset." She remarked.

Pod nodded. "I know, but don't worry; soon, everything will be alright."

Arya meanwhile sighed and contented herself with staying by the snack table. It was then she heard her name being called. She turned and relaxed slightly when she saw it was Myrcella and Trystane. Again, they were dressed up well, she felt like she was the only one who looked ridiculous in her dress and such.

Myrcella clad in a long orange dress with a small V-necked collar and golden sandals. Trystane wore light brown trousers, a white shirt, orange suit jacket and brown shoes.

"What's up Arya?" Trystane asked.

Arya glared. "What do you think, you guys should know how I feel about this sorta thing; it's ridiculous, I look ridiculous."

Myrcella shook her head. "No you don't, you look great. Besides, you should relax, it's not as bad as it seems."

As Myrcella said that; she and Trystane smirked at each other, conspiratorially. Arya was confused by this.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

They shook their heads however, Myrcella simply said. "You'll see."

With that they left for the dance floor; leaving Arya confused and frustrated.

Arya was still suspicious of Myrcella and Trystane's comments, it was clear Sansa and Pod were aware of it too. Something was going on and it concerned her, she didn't like it. However she could not dwell on it, for once again, she found herself being bothered, by her tormentors. The girls who practically goaded her into coming; Myranda, Ros and Doreah.

Arya rolled her eyes, when she noted their outfits, a long skinny black dress with black heels for Myranda; a short red dress, reaching only just below the butt and silver sandals for Ros; meanwhile Doreah wore a similar length dress in chocolate brown with a deep cleavage showing V-neck and chocolate brown heels.

'Gods, can't believe they were let in like that.' She thought darkly.

The girls laughed and Myranda spoke. "Awww, little Arya's all alone at prom, how sad."

Arya shook herself. "Go fuck yourself slut."

She turned away and froze; her eyes wide; she couldn't believe it, for there, entering the prom venue, clad in a black tux with a white shirt and black polished shoes, was Gendry. She couldn't believe it.

'Gendry, what is he doing here, how…could it be, that's what they meant; they knew he was coming.' She thought to herself.

Her thoughts were distracted however by the girls and what they said irked her.

"Wow, who is he?" Myranda asked in amazement.

Ros shook her head. "No idea, but I saw him first girls, I got dibs."

Arya rolled her eyes and decided to set things straight. She then walked over to Gendry and, to the girl's dismay, when Gendry approached her, they kissed.

Arya was almost laughing as she and Gendry danced together, enjoying herself.

"I see my arrival has changed things for you." Gendry remarked with a grin.

She nodded. "Yeah; Gods, those girls were getting on my nerves, but the looks on their faces."

Gendry laughed at that and they continued to enjoy their night. Sadly their fun was cut short when suddenly the power went out. There were groans, screams and shouts, until finally an announcement was made.

'You've gotta be fucking kidding me.' Arya thought in disbelief.

It turned out a bad storm was on the way and that was what knocked the power out. They were being told to leave and head home at once, or to the nearest place they had to stay. Feeling Gendry link his arm with her she followed him outside. They couldn't see Sansa, or anyone else.

She bit her lip. "We don't have time to look; c'mon…My place is nearer."

Gendry nodded and they got in his car. They drove back to the Stark house; Gendry was surprised to notice that none of the cars were there.

Arya explained quickly however. "Mum said everyone else was going to be at Uncle Edmure's, guess they decided to stay there, the storm must be widespread."

Gendry nodded and they got out the car and headed inside. Once inside Arya sighed.

"Great, power's out here too."

Gendry sighed but then suddenly, Arya's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Arya." It was her mother. "Where are you?"

Arya smiled. "I'm back at home; is Sansa…?"

Catelyn replied. "She's with us, I'm glad you're alright, we'll be back tomorrow, the storm should blow over by then."

Arya agreed and they both hung up.

She explained to Gendry how everyone else was alright and he smiled. They were both tired and certainly cold, so they headed up to her room and, after Arya changed into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, and Gendry changed into a pair of Robb's sweatpants, they both got into her bed and held each other, sharing body heat, the blankets pulled up, covering them.

Happy, warm and safe they drifted off to sleep and Arya felt that maybe, despite everything that went wrong, that the prom hadn't been so bad after all.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.