Chapter Seven: Deviant Thoughts

Robb's Point of View

If I told people I faked passing out I would be in a lot of trouble. I just didn't want to hear my sisters arguing anymore. Plus it got me out of my afternoon classes. I didn't study for my Advanced Stats exam because I was sick over the weekend.

The nurse brought me a bottle of water. She lets me lie down on the cot in the infirmary with a stack of magazines: everything from celebrity gossip to jewelry. In one magazine I breeze through until I stumbled upon an article about Loras's engagement.

They got a lot of the facts wrong. Loras won't be happy about this. I should call this magazine company and set them straight, though Loras wouldn't like that. Another magazine was a picture of Loras and Margaery through the years. It had lots of pictures of them as children. They looked remarkably alike. The headline says they're twins. I laugh and put the magazine aside.

"Robb, Meera Reed is here to see you. Do you feel like talking to anyone?" the nurse asks.

"Yeah, send her in," I say.

I move the magazines out of the way and straighten my clothes and hair. My heart skips a beat when Meera enters. She has her hair braided down her back today with loose strands dancing over her shoulders.

"How are you feeling?" Meera asks. She touches my hand and goosebumps manifest on my arms and up my neck, as my stomach does somersaults. My heart is screaming her name.

"I'm fine."

I stare into her green eyes. There is concern behind them. I feel bad about lying to her, but I had no choice. She starts to rub my arm. God, I love this. The situation becomes very intense for me down below and I slyly put a magazine on my lap so she doesn't notice.

"Would you like me to drive you home?" Meera asks, suddenly playing with my short curls. I nuzzle my head against her hand. This is not helping my problem.

"No."

I can't exactly stand up just now.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I think I'm okay to drive. I need to get home and take care of Tor. You have a play to audition for."

"I can't audition if my boyfriend is sick."

"I'm fine, really."

Meera kisses me on the cheek. My face burns from the touch of her delicate lips. I touch my face after she leaves and lean back on the cot staring at the ceiling. I wish she would come back to cuddle with me. I close my eyes and allow my imagination to wander.

Meera is wearing a robe with nothing underneath. She touches her legs invitingly as she runs her fingers from her knee to her upper thigh slowly. I move to her and slide my hand up her robe and begin to knead her inner thigh with my thumbs. She moans as I put my finger inside her. She unties the robe and lets it fall to reveal her nakedness to me.

"Robb?" says the nurse.

I open my eyes and put a magazine on my lap. The nurse comes in to check my temperature. She writes me a pass and sends me to my last period class. I sit in the back row today and doodle on my notebook when the professor stops lecturing to give other students the chance to copy down notes.

I receive a note from the girl next to me. She has been staring at me all period. I unfold the note and stare at it. I like you. I fold the note into an eight fold and shove it in my wallet. I take out a piece of paper from my binder and write: We need to talk. I carefully tear out the paper and hand it to her.

After class I wait for the girl outside the door. When she comes into the hall I grab her arm and pull her out of hall traffic to talk to her. She tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and stares at me with stars in her eyes.

"Listen, I have a girlfriend."

"I know, but you had a crush on Meera while you were dating Jeyne. I just thought maybe I would take a chance," she says.

"Whoa. What kind of guy do you think I am? Don't answer that. Look, you're a sweet girl, but I am madly in love with my girlfriend. Have lunch with us Wednesday. It's the least I could do for turning you down," I say.

She agrees. I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. She turns as red as my sister's hair. I smile and walk toward my locker where I find a GET WELL SOON card from a couple girls in the sophomore class. I sigh and read it to be nice just in case they are watching.

"Hi, Robb, on behalf of knitting club we would like to give you this card and teddy bear," says Lollys.

"Thank you," I say pretending to look for a book I already know isn't in my locker. I take the stuff from her. She touches my arm and starts giggling. She gives my bicep a squeeze and giggles more.

"Girl trouble, Stark?" asks Dacey Mormont. As soon as Dacey approaches Lollys leaves. Dacey is a good friend of mine.

"It's getting a little out of hand."

"I can tell them you like boys that might help," Dacey says.

I laugh, "No thanks. I don't think that would help my reputation. It might make Loras happy."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks for asking."

She nods and walks away. I turn back to my locker when I spot Loras walking toward me with Quentyn behind him trying to talk to him, but Loras is ignoring him. I slam my locker shut and walk up to meet him. Quentyn takes one look at me and backs away. I walk Loras to his locker.

He won't look at me. I watch students scurry around to get to their buses or their cars. The hallway is thinning out quickly. Those who are staying to audition for the play are heading to the auditorium. Loras is shoving his homework into his book bag, but I notice his hands are shaking. I touch his shoulder and he smacks my hand then starts sobbing.

"What's going on?"

"Leave me alone!"

Whoa! Something happened. I look past Loras to see Quentyn Martell staring at him. He has something to do with this. Quentyn takes off when he catches me watching him. I drop my backpack by Loras's feet and take off after Quentyn. He runs out of the building and into the parking lot. I catch up with him easily and pin him against the side of his car. I can see his younger brother, Trystane, approaching from the school.

"What did you do?" I ask with my hand on Quentyn's neck cutting off his air supply.

"Nothing," he gasps. I release his neck a little to give him air for talking.

"I'm going to ask you again. What did you do to Loras?"

"Go fuck yourself, pretty boy."

"I could you kill you now," I say choking him. He writhes and wiggles to get free. He throws up his hands like he is ready to talk. I release his neck, but don't let go of him.

"I squeezed his ass after class, nothing more."

"Why?"

"I told you what I did. Get off me!"

"Tell me why."

"Robb!" shouts Sansa coming towards us. I let go of Quentyn. I glare at Quentyn and give him a non-verbal warning then meet with my sister. "Could you take me to the store to get some items?"

"Yeah, just let me go check on Loras. Meet me at the truck." I kiss Sansa's cheek and run back in the school to get my backpack. Loras, Margaery, and Meera are waiting for me at my locker. "I have to take Sansa to the store she needs some items, so I have to go. Have fun at your auditions and break a leg."

I kiss Meera and give Margaery and peck on the cheek. Three of my favorite people are competing for parts in the play. I pull Loras aside and pat him on the back.

"If he bothers you again, tell me."

"Don't leave me," Loras whispers.

"I have to. Gendry is at football practice, if you have any problems, go to the locker room and wait for him there. Text Renly. He worries about you."

"Will you come back and watch us audition?"

"I'd have to get Torrhen first."

I walk away before I give in to Loras. I look over my shoulder. He is still sad. I know he isn't going to tell Renly. I text him as I walk to let him know what's going on. I don't want them fighting again. Renly deserves to know.

Me: Quentyn squeezed Loras's ass. He's pretty upset about it. I wanted to tell you because I know Loras won't.

Renly's reply is immediate.

Renly: Thanks for telling me, Robb. I will talk to Loras when he gets home.

I see Sansa talking to a set of triplets. Rumor has it that one of the brothers is a player when it comes to girls. Trouble is I can't tell them apart so I have no idea which one to keep her away from. Sansa gets in my truck and the boys back away. They are almost completely identical.

"Who are they?" I ask.

"Greydon, Gran, and Gormond Goodbrother," Sansa says.

Of course they are.

"Which one do you like?"

"That's none of your business."

Sansa tries talking me out of coming into the drugstore with her. I have some stuff I would like to get so I ignore her protests and go in anyway, plus if she expects me to pay I have to go with her. Unfortunately, the condom aisle is in the feminine hygiene product aisle.

"Why are you buying condoms? Meera is not going to sleep with you."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

"Whatever."

There are so many different types of condoms. It's confusing. I pick up the brand that Jon told me to get. I never used any with Jeyne, but I want to be careful with Meera. Sansa picks up what she needs. I look for a box of chocolate and buy three daisies for my girlfriend.

"You spend a lot of money on flowers," Sansa says.

"Shut up."

I pay for everything even the stuff Sansa needs. I drop her off at the house when I pick up Torrhen. I give him a short bath in the sink in the kitchen, dress him, and put him in my truck to head back to the school. I don't bother changing clothes.

I grab Torrhen's diaper bag on my way out. Dad is coming in with Bran from school as I leave. I pat my brother's head and leave. Torrhen cries as I strap him into his car seat. I stick his pacifier in his mouth and he stops for a moment. He likes riding in the car, he usually goes right to sleep.

"I missed you today, Tor. Tell you what, tomorrow after school we'll spend time together. I got this amazing book I want to read to you."

I tighten the seatbelt to make sure he is secure. When I am satisfied I back out of the drive way. It's almost four. I wonder if they have finished auditions. There were a lot of kids signed up. I really hope Meera gets the part she wants.

I pick up Torrhen's bag and carrier and go inside the school. Since my father is the Headmaster I have keys to the school. I stop at my locker to hang up my blazer before I go to the auditorium. Loras sitting in the back row reading a script. Margaery is on stage with the pretty girl that Gendry likes. I spot Arya near the front talking to Edric.

"Hey, Robb," says Loras. He scoots down a seat to let me have the end. I put Torrhen on the seat beside me. He is still sleeping so I don't take him out of his carrier.

"How's she doing?" I ask.

"She's the best one here," says Loras.

"Where's Meera?" I ask.

"She's in the green room. She sort of, well, you should talk to her."

"What happened?" I ask rubbing the back of my neck.

"She choked on stage and everyone laughed at her."

"Oh no. Will you keep an eye on Tor?"

"Yes."

I walk back to the green room. Meera is sitting in a chair back there alone with her knees at her chest and her head down. My knees give out at the sight of her. She looks so helpless. My heart lodges in my throat when I pull up a chair.

I touch her on the head and she looks up at me. She looks away and wipes her eyes. I want to hold her. I want to touch her. I want to make the bad go away for her.

"Talk to me," I tell her.

"I humiliated myself. I want to be in this play so bad but I choked. I got stage fright. I couldn't even read it right. Everyone laughed at me."

"That's no reason to give up. You're a star."

"I'm not a star, Robb, I'm a loser. I choked. Stars don't choke."

"You're my star."

"Stop flattering me I'm already dating you. You need to be honest with me. You could have told me I am no good at this."

I hate when she does this. Why do girls do this? I pull her onto my lap. She tries to resist, but she can't win. I am twice her size. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her tenderly on the lips. She doesn't welcome me at first, but then she opens up and lets me in.

I shake uncontrollably when she sticks her tongue in my mouth. I feel my lower region getting warmer, and I deepen the kiss. Meera moans and sticks her tongue further down my throat. I lose all control of my senses and hormones. She starts giggling.

"You should put a muzzle on that thing," She says sliding off my lap.

"It likes you."

She slugs me in the arm. For such a small girl she packs quite a punch. I take her by the hand and lead her back into the auditorium. I send her back to Loras and Torrhen while I think of a way to sweet talk the drama teacher into giving her another chance.

"I think you should give Meera another chance. Everyone talks about how nice you are. Oh my gods, have I told you how pretty your eyes are? What do you say? Can my girlfriend have another chance?" I ask the drama teacher. I lean against the stage in a "come hither" pose.

"I can't say no to you, Robb."

"Thanks, you're a doll." I make a point of wiggling my ass as I walk away. I know the drama teacher is watching.

I watch Meera try again. I sit down between Loras and my son and watch my girlfriend re-do her audition. Her monologue delivery is flawless, but her cold read is a little shaky. I know she's nervous. She finishes and is welcomed with claps. Arya is up next.

My little sister never ceases to amaze me. She is clearly the best for the role is going out for. She must really want it. When Arya wants something she will do anything to get it.

Meera leans against me in her chair. I can't help but smile as I put my arm around her. Her hair is blocking my view of her face, so I kiss the top of her head. My mind goes back to the condoms in the truck.

"Meera, about our date on Friday, my dad is going out of town for an education seminar and Mom's going to take care of my ailing grandfather and Bran and Rickon will be staying with Auntie Lysa, so I was wondering if you would come over."

"I don't know, Robb."

"I'll cook dinner and we can watch a movie, that's all."

She looks up at with those big green eyes. My heart lodges in my throat. She is so pretty I could cry. I can't believe she agreed to go out with me.

"Okay, sounds like fun," Meera says.

"Great. I look forward to it."

Meera is coming over this weekend. I have a lot of date planning to do before Friday. I have to get the girls out of the house and find a baby-sitter for Torrhen.