10 THINGS SHE HATES ABOUT GENDRY
Hey guys, here is chapter 5, I hope you'll enjoy it !
Chapter 5
The teenagers invaded Samwell Tarly's house and the party quickly was in full swing. A DJ was mixing, people were bringing alcohol in the kitchen, and food. Everyone was drinking, dancing or already snogging. Jon and Bran entered together, although they had come separately, each one with their own ride, in case they couldn't come back together. Bran was walking around, trying to dance with girls but had no success so far.
Somewhere else in the house, Arya had left Myrcella and went upstairs just to see who was here, and Gendry was following her much to her annoyance.
-Kiss me, a girl said as she threw herself at him.
-Kiss him, he replied as he pushed her in some guy's arms.
-Okay, she said.
-Good.
He hurried to keep track of Arya. Damn, he thought she was hot back there at the concert, but now… she was hotter than the Seven Hells ! She had black fencenet tights, with very short dark denim shorts, and a grey jumper. Black ankle boots, black choker, black cap, black make-up, and oh! silver earrings. He noticed every guy that was looking her way and wanted to choke them all to death, much to his own surprise.
She just continued to walk around without bothering about the people's gazes, not really noticing anyway.
-Sweet, a voice said from her right at some point.
She froze. Not that prick again.
-Looking fresh tonight, pussycat, the voice seductively said in her ear as a body nearly touched hers from behind.
Joffrey then walked in front of her with that sufficient smile she wanted to punch out of his face. He was wearing jeans, a checked shirt, and a cap was placed backward on his hair. He surely thought it was cool.
-Wait, she said. Was that… Did your hairline just recede ?
And she turned on her heels to escape the bastard.
-Hey, where are you going ? he said as he ran to her and grabbed her arm.
-Away, she quickly replied as she freed herself.
-Your sister's here ? he asked casually.
-Stay away from my sister, she threatened.
-Oh, I'll stay away from your sister. But I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me.
Someone then announced a fight somewhere else in the house and Joffrey hurried there like the rest of the crowd. Arya went the exact opposite way, and saw Myrcella from afar. The girl gestured that she was fine, so Arya didn't worry about her, however she had not seen her sister yet, which, as hard it could be to admit it, was truly worrying her.
Nearly an hour after the fight incident, she was still walking around aimlessly, when an arm grabbed her on the way.
-Hey Ari, Joffrey sneered. Look who found me.
Arya looked up to see Sansa with Joffrey's arm wrapped around her shoulders. Seven Hells, the prick will soon wish he was never born if he didn't take his paws off of her sister. Then she saw her sister's outfit for the night. A checked blue, black and red dress that reached mid-thighs, with a large black leather belt on the waist. Deep red ankle boots with high heels, small black purse, hair in a high ponytail and way too much make-up for Arya's liking. The pair started walking away but Arya grabbed her sister's arm and turned her.
-Sansa, wait.
-Please do not address me in public, the red-haired yell-whispered.
-No, there's something I need to tell you, Arya said.
-Look, I am busy enjoying my adolescence, so scamper off and do the same !
-Goodbye ! Joffrey added as he led Sansa away.
Arya stood there, heinously staring at the blond prick, when Gendry finally found her again and walked to her. A guy with a tray of vodka shots arrived in front of her just before he did and she took two glasses, downing them bottoms up in a few seconds.
-Right on, sister ! the guy complimented.
-What is this ? Gendry asked, true worry in his eyes. I've been looking all over the place for you.
-I'm getting trashed, man. Isn't that what you're supposed to do at a party ?
-I don't know, he retorted. I say do what you want to do.
-Funny, she shot back. You're the only one. Later.
She walked away, grabbing more shots on her path.
A few rooms away where people were dancing, Jon met with Bran again.
-Hey. Hey, have you seen her around anywhere ? he asked his friend.
-Relax, Bran answered.
-Relax ? I'm fine.
-Follow the love, Bran smiled as he pointed to some girls walking downstairs.
It was Sansa and Margaery, laughing and drinking. Jon thought Sansa was beautiful, whereas Margaery was… well. Her yellow dress sure caught the attention. Reaching mid-thighs, with long sleeves, it was opened from the neck to her bellybutton. And she wasn't wearing any bra under it obviously.
-Hi, Sansa, Jon smiled to her.
-Oh, hi, Jon, she replied awkwardly.
She then pulled Margaery in front of her.
-You know Margaery ?
-Uh, yeah. I think we have art together, right ?
-Neat, Margaery answered as she eyed him up and down.
"Nice piece of meat there. Too bad he's not popular.".
-So, you… you really look amazing, Jon said to Sansa with a small blush.
-Thanks, Sansa smiled lightly.
-And we all know I look amazing, Joffrey's voice interrupted them as he sneaked his arm around Sansa's waist. Sansa, let's go. We're going to an after at Jeyne Poole's house later.
-I'll see you around, okay ? she said to Jon as she was dragged by Joffrey and Margaery.
Jon looked like he was about to crumble down. Bran put a beer in his hands and pulled him to a chair, sensing the disaster arriving.
-So, Joffrey was saying to Sansa. I've got the Sears catalogue thing going, and the tube sock gig, that is gonna be huge. And I'm up for a haemorrhoid cream ad next week. I know it sounds kind of bogus, but… I get to do some acting.
He then took some poses for her, and she tried to hide her bored feelings as best as she could.
-See what I did just there ?
-Uh-huh.
-That was the underwear. I'll show you the bathing suit one next.
He took the exact same pose.
-You see the difference ?
Then he turned to other girls.
-All right, I'll show you guys.
Sansa managed to escape, and walked around aimlessly, until she stumbled upon Jon, who turned his head and walked away immediately with a disgusted face.
In the hallway, Arya was drinking shot on shot, and already had more than twenty. Gendry walked by just then and his eyes widened.
-Hey. Hey, Arya, why don't you let me have this one, huh ?
-No ! This one's mine ! she growled as she downed it and walked away.
-My man ! Joffrey shouted. How did you get her to do it ?
-Do what ? Gendry asked.
-Act like a human, Joffrey stated as if it was obvious.
Shouts then came from the kitchen, and music. Gendry and Joffrey turned their head, discovering Arya giving a pretty nice and sexy dance show, standing on the table
-Yeah ! the blond exclaimed. All right !
Gendry hurried in the kitchen behind him, aware of all the boys looking to Arya like she was some fresh meat and they were lions. She did one jump too high and hit her head on the lamp, falling straight towards the ground, stunned. Gendry had the reflex to throw his arms and managed to catch her. He helped her to her feet but as soon as he stopped holding her she started falling down again so he caught her again.
-Are you okay ?
-I'm fine, she grumbled.
-You're not fine. Come on.
-I just need to lie down, she said as he led her toward the exit.
-You lie down and you'll go to sleep.
-Sleep is good, she laughed.
-Not if you have a concussion, Gendry replied. Come on. Here, sit down. Sit.
He put her on a chair outside.
-Hey, Jon said as he hurried to Gendry. Hey, we need to talk.
-Jon, I'm a little busy right now, Gendry said as he pointed to Arya.
-Can you give me a second ?
They walked a few steps away, where Gendry could still watch over Arya but she could not hear them.
-What ? Gendry groaned.
-It's off, okay ? The whole thing's off.
-What are you talking about ?
-She never wanted me, Jon spat. She wanted Joffrey the whole time.
-Jon, Gendry sighed. Do you like the girl ?
-Yeah.
-And is she worth all this trouble ?
-I thought she was, but, you know, I…
-Well, she is or she isn't. See, first of all, Joffrey is not half the man you are. Secondly, don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it !
Then Arya started falling so Gendry ran and caught her, again.
-Come on, he told her.
-Why ? she slurred.
He gave Jon an apologetic look as he dragged the girl away. He led her to the swings on the other side of the street.
-This is so patronizing, she said.
-Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed, he retorted.
-I don't think so, she replied as she tried to escape his grip.
-Arya ! he said as he held her again.
-Why are you doing this ? she groaned.
-I told you. You may have a concussion.
-You don't care if I never wake up.
-Sure I do, he smiled cheekily.
-Why ?
-Well, because then I'd have to start taking out girls who actually like me.
-Like you could find one, she shot back.
-Oh, see, that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred ?
-I just… Let me sit down for a while, she suddenly said.
-All right, he rushed as he helped her on a swing. There.
She nearly fell backwards as she started losing consciousness, but he caught her. Again. Once he was sure she was sitting straight, he sat down on the other swing.
-So, why'd you let him get to you ? he asked gently.
-Who ?
-Joffrey.
-I hate him.
-Well, you've chosen the perfect revenge, mainlining vodka.
They both chuckled.
-Well, you know what they say ? she laughed.
-Nope, he said as he looked up to the sky. What do they say ?
Silence answered him. He swiftly turned to look at her and panicked when he saw her closed eyes. He jumped up and lightly slapped her cheeks.
-No, no, no, no. Arya ! Arya, wake up ! Come on, wake up ! Look at me ! Listen to me Arya, open your eyes !
She opened her big grey eyes, and looked straight into his eyes.
-Why don't you call me Ari like everyone does ? she mumbled.
-Because Arya is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, and I wouldn't cut a single part of it, he answered truthfully.
-Hey, your eyes have an oceanic shine with the light, she said lowly.
He smiled, reassured, but that happiness quickly disappeared as she emptied her stomach just in front of his feet. He mentally groaned and held her hair back.
Back at the party, Sansa and Margaery were standing outside, wondering if they should go or not considering Arya's current state. Joffrey walked up to them with that sufficient face of his.
-Hey, a bunch of us are going to Jeyne's, he told Sansa. Ready ?
-I have to be home in twenty minutes, Sansa answered.
-Well, you know, I don't have to be home until two in the morning, Margaery piped in. So…
-One more chance, Joffrey said to the red-haired one.
-Man, I can't. Damn.
-That's a shame, Margaery falsely said.
-Well, you wanna go ? Joffrey asked the blond one.
-Sure, she smiled.
-Margaery ! Sansa exclaimed as the pair walked away.
-Hey, you passed !
-Bitch… Sansa muttered.
-Hey, have fun tonight ? Jon spat as he walked by her.
-Tons… she answered as he walked away. Hey, Jon ?
He stopped but didn't turn yet.
-Do you think you could give me a ride home ? she pleaded. Please.
He sighed, but nodded.
And that's all for now, next chapter should be up soon. Pictures of the characters for this chapter are on my facebook page 'AnanasPower' ( ananaspowerfanfictions).
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