Gendry
He felt like he was hangover when he woke up on Monday. He also felt a little like a stalker. He had spent the weekend doing a little recon on the allusive Arya Stark. There was no real mystery surrounding her, but he still liked to think of her as allusive.
After the scene that Joffery made the atmosphere of the party had been a little on edge. Beric had tried to make the mood lighter and they played music to lighten that fake mood. Margaery Tyrell had dragged as many people she could out onto the dance floor. She started to dance and so did the group that she forced on the floor. Sansa was there with a smile on her face when Joffery came back to the tent. Myrcella came back and dragged both Bran and Arya onto the floor with her.
Gendry had watched Arya move and shake with Myrcella and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched her like a thirsty man watches ice water. He felt a surge of electricity flash in his body when he would look up and see her looking at him. He also felt deep rage when he noticed that she was looking at Aegon as well.
He returned to his house after the party in a foul mood. He tried to sleep but was unable to. He lay in his bed and he couldn't get his mind off Arya. Restless energy surged in his body. He got up off his bed and went to his computer. He opened a new window and put the name Arya Stark into the search engine and a few hits popped up. He clicked on them, but most of them only said that she was Eddard and Catelyn Stark's third biological child and their second daughter. He was not able to find any images of her so he looked her up on Facebook. Her page was private and so he sent her a friend request. He finally went to bed around 2 in the morning.
Saturday she had accepted as his friend request. He was able to see what she was like. There were pictures of her there. He was shocked to see that the girl in the photos looked nothing like the girl he saw at the party. Then he found a picture of her from the party. She had her arm linked with Myrcella and they were laughing and smiling. He stopped his cyber stalking and got down to his homework. He wrote a paper, did some math and then played some video games. Sunday was a slow day for him. Aegon called him to go out and they went to their hangout place and got together with the others. They had burgers and told jokes. Gendry was feeling better and lighter then he had all weekend.
Then his foul mood returned. Arya Stark walked past their hangout spot. She smiled at them in recognition. She was shopping. That was evident from the bags hanging off her arms. She stopped to wait for whoever she was with. She looked into the shop and saw him. She smiled and waved. Her sister and Myrcella and Margaery caught up with her and dragged her off to do more shopping he suspected.
"I haven't been able to get out of my mind all weekend." Aegon said as she walked away. "I think on Monday I am going to ask her for her number."
"It has been a while since you showed any interest in a girl." Hot Pie said. He was sitting at a booth reading a cookbook.
Gendry looked over at Hot Pie. He did not want him to encourage Aegon in his quest for Arya. But there was really nothing he could do about it. Gendry sighed. His friend had called dibs. But damn it he wanted her too.
He went home that night in a depressed mood and went and started to tinker in his garage. He always felt better when he had his hands covered in grease from his car. He popped his hood and just looked at the internal workings of what made a car a car. Already his mood had improved. He decided that he would give his car an oil change at school Monday. He was looking forward to the start of the week.
He went to bed but he couldn't sleep. He was up most of the night tossing and turning. When he does dream he dreams of her. Some of them were good and happy; others made him wake up in rage and is breathing hard. In those dreams Aegon is with Arya. After the first one of those he was unable to sleep. So when he finally pulled himself out of bed he had half an hour to get dressed and get to school.
Arya
Monday came blaring in to reality way to early for Aryas liking. Her alarm was blaring the tone of bagpipes for some strange reason. She flung her pillow at it. She figured that Rickon had changed it the day before when she had been out shopping with Sansa, Myrcella and Margaery. She was in the mood to kill whoever changed it when it started up again.
She had been up most of last night tossing and turning. She had for the first time in her memory set what she was going to wear out for the next day. She had gotten a substantial amount of clothes over the weekend.
Saturday she went with just her mother. She had enjoyed shopping with her, until she had pulled her hair up into a ponytail and her mother had seen that she had dyed parts of the bottom layer purple without telling her about it. They had had one of their fights that ended up with both of them not speaking to each other. Her father didn't understand why Catelyn was so angry. He said that they always wanted her to do something with her hair and now Catelyn was mad that Arya had done what they wanted her to do. After that comment both Arya and Eddard were in the dog house with Catelyn.
Sunday was a completely different experience. The girls took her first to the ruffles and pastel clothing shops, but they soon realized that there was "no way in hell" that Arya would put "any of that crap" on her body. The next few shops were more to her liking. She was shown how to get things that fit her body type and how to show off her figure. She got things for everyday and school and for going out. She was shown that shoes were not the enemy and was persuaded that heels were not a death sentence. She came home with eight pairs.
The last thing she learned about was underwear. Arya knew that the girls had kept that shop until the end. She never knew that there was different underwear for different kinds of outfits, or that they came in so many different colors and patterns. She got a little of everything. The thing that she liked best was her push up bra. It made her b cups look like a large c.
Arya flung the blankets off and shuffled off to the closest bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. She had a routine that she always did before school and she fell into it very easily. There were some alterations to the routine today. After her shower she blow-dried her hair then used her curling iron to flip the ends of her hair. She had convinced her sister to take her back to the salon they had been to and she had more purple put in her hair. She put makeup on as well. Eye liner and shadow. Then she used mascara and pocked herself in the eye. She put on a lip gloss last. She gave her face and hair a once over and walked back to her room.
She changed into the outfit that she had picked. She slid into the black skinny jeans with a pair of mid-calf boots with a modest 2 inch heel. She put on a white tee shirt over her deep purple tank top that matched her bra. Then she threw on a fitted vest with thin silver stripes. She grabbed a light weight jacket. At the last moment she snagged a scarf and was out the door to go down to breakfast.
Sansa
Sansa had always been a morning person. She was up, showered, dressed and groomed before anyone was moving around in the house. She nervously paced her room and then rechecked that she had everything that she would need for school. When she couldn't stand being in her room she went down stairs and waited in the kitchen. The cook, Mrs. Clark, was there making breakfast.
"Good morning Sansa. What do you want for breakfast this morning? The usual Stark breakfast of the works, or yogurt and granola with a cup of tea."
"Can I get a poached egg and whole wheat toast? I can get my own tea." Sansa said.
"Of course dear. I will have that for you in a jiffy. Are you excited about the first day of school?" Mrs. Clark asked.
"A little. I am glad that I have gotten to know some of my classmates already. I do not think that I would be able to walk in there and not know anyone." Sansa said as she steeped her tea in the cup.
"You have always been a timid little dove. You don't let on all to often, but it is true. I have known you your entire life. I remember your first day at preschool. You are doing much better this time around dear. So what classes have they put you in here? Anything interesting?"
"I have chemistry II, advanced trig, advanced government, French, advanced creative writing, gymnastics, journalism and photography. They put all the fun classes in the afternoon and the difficult ones first thing in the morning. I don't know if I will be able to survive." Sansa said with a wistful smile on her lips.
"Gosh that work load sounds like it could kill a person. Are you going to try cheerleading?" Mrs. Clark asked.
"I am. I have my meeting with the coach this afternoon after school."
"It sounds like you need a good start to the day. Here is your breakfast. I want to see it all gone and the slices of peach too. I want you to eat it all." Mrs. Clark said as she set the plate down.
"Yes ma'am." Sansa said as she started on her food.
She looked out the window. It over looked the pool. It was still warm in the South. If they had been the North the idea of a pool would be completely crazy. They had an indoor pool at Stark Manor, but the idea of an outdoor pool still impressed her.
She had eaten all her breakfast and was drinking her tea when her mother and father came into the kitchen. Ned had the Stark Special and Catelyn had half a grapefruit and dry toast. They both took coffee. They were both silent reading the papers while they ate their food. Rickon came tearing into the room, chattering with Mrs. Clark about some kind of cartoon that he was excited to watch after school. Bran shuffled in. Despite his huge intellect he was not a morning person. Mrs. Clark put a bowl of cereal in front of him and he grunted his thanks. When there was ten minutes to go before they were supposed to leave Arya breezed down for a bite. Catelyn looked over at her and Sansa saw her lips thin.
"I am taking you kids to school today on my way to the office. Let's get going now. I don't want to be late." Ned said.
Sansa was out of the kitchen and on her way to the car with her bag. Her palms were sweating and she had knots in her stomach and she hoped that her breakfast would stay down.
Sandor
He was sitting in the parking lot waiting for school to start. He was happy to go to school for the first time in as long as he could remember. He had had a good weekend. He had stopped Joffery in his attempt to hurt the waitress by giving him a false name. He spent an enjoyable time at his home alone reading a good novel and best of all he had seen how Sansa had looked at Joffery at the party when he let his perfect mask slip. He had let the monster that lurks under the surface out to play. She had a look of disgust and anger on her face when Joffery had tried to attack that poor girl. He knew, just knew that Sansa would not want anything to do with the worm.
He saw the Stark family pull up and file out. They stood there looking at the school. Sandor looked at it too. He guessed to someone who had never been there before would find it intimidating. He got out of his car and started to walk to the Starks. He looked at the girl. Her red hair was pulled into a high pony tail. She had on a skirt pale yellow skirt and a light green cardigan. He figured that the skirt had to have some kind of green on them. He never tore his gaze off her as he walked away from his car.
He stopped in his tracks when he sat that Joffery had sauntered over to Sansa and took her arm. She has not pulled away, she had allowed him to take her elbow and lead her into the wave of students. The anger that washed into him was crippling. He wanted to his something or someone. The high he had been feeling all weekend had vanished in seconds.
Sandor just stood there and couldn't understand what was happening. Maybe he was wrong about the vixen. Maybe she was just a stupid girl after all. He was insane for thinking Sansa was different.
He shuffled into school and went to his locker. He stowed his bag and grabbed his books. He walked into his chem class. Sansa was standing at the front of the class talking to the teacher. He cursed on the inside. This was not who he wanted to see after what he had seen with Joffery. He went to his usual table and sat down. He opened his book and pretended to read it. He watched Sansa thou the curtain of his long hair. He saw the teacher nod in the direction of his table. He knew that she would sit by him.
"Hello Sandor. Can I sit with you? I don't know anyone here and I don't think I could start the day off sitting next to a complete stranger." She smiled at him.
"Sure." He felt his anger cracking. "I remember that you don't like strangers."
"Thank you so much. Is this class hard?" She asked sliding into the chair next to him.
"Yes it is. Were you taking it at Winterfell?" He asked.
"Yes I was. I liked it but there were some things that I didn't understand." She admitted.
"I am pretty good at this stuff. If you need any help I can help you." Sandor said.
Her face looked up at him. "Thank you so much. I probably ask you to help me catch up with where the class is." She said. "When class is over could you show me where my next class is? I don't think I will be able to find my way around here."
"Sure. Can I see your schedule? I could check and see if we have any other classes together."
"Yes. Here you go." Sansa handed over her schedule over.
Sandor looked over her schedule. She had five classes with him. He was thankful that she was smart. This way she would have less of a chance to get under the scrutiny of the worm. He was going to tell he which classes they had together but the teacher called the class to order. Instead he took his pencil and marked which ones they had together. He looked over at her when he slid the paper over to her. She glanced down at it and smiled.
-This one is a little shorter then the last two. I will be putting more up this evening. I just felt like it would drag on to long if I didn't put this part up first.