Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trials
Chapter 23 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Chapter 23
The day continued, however Jamie was concerned. While earlier in the day he had been amazed by Meera's suddenly change of school attire, and she had seemed so happy and relaxed, almost as if she was used to wearing skirts. She had confessed this was the first time after all to him.
'Something's wrong though...After, after her first class today.' He realized. 'She's been...different.'
It was then he saw her and approached; biting his lip as he saw her expression. She was clearly worried about something, judging from her expression. Jamie stopped however as she seemed to look at her phone, shake her head and, after fiddling with her clothes, smoothing her skirt and straightening her tie, she seemed to be trying to calm herself down, act as if nothing is wrong.
Still Jamie found himself unable to move. 'Urgh, there I go again, what is wrong with me...I should be over there, talking to her, seeing if I can help. If she doesn't want my help, that's fine, but...I should at least offer. So why am I once again stuck, not sure how to approach her.'
Sighing he could only watch sadly as Meera headed for her next class, he began to do the same. As he was walking to the class however his phone vibrated in his pocket.
'What the...huh?' He thought in shock as he saw it was an unknown number. 'What in the hell?'
He was beyond shocked when he looked at the text, to realize it was in fact a threat, warning him to get away from Meera.
After school a specialized gym class was being held, a sort of club, open to all students; so long as they brought their gym uniform. That was why Arya, despite being two years younger, was there with Sansa, Brian, Marina and Lancel along with several others, unfortunately that meant Joffrey was there too. Right now he was glaring, mostly at Sansa and Marina.
'Urgh, Piggy just proved that it's not just a skirt her legs look disgusting in, fat French bitch shouldn't wear shorts either.' He thought to himself before turning vindictive. 'Sansa, that fucking slut dares think she can just walk away from me, then has the nerve to pretend she's not fucking that American loser.'
Joffrey fumed, his thoughts boiling down to revenge. He needed to ensure Sansa paid for leaving him; the trouble was, he couldn't go after her directly, so what could he do?
'Urgh, c'mon, think...ah, perfect.' He grinned as he finally saw his chance.
Part of the gym equipment for this class was a climbing frame and he was currently next to it; he could see many of the people who weren't talking to each other, using other parts of the gym. What caught his attention however was who was next up to use the climbing frame; all he had to do was make some slight adjustments and then, he could have his revenge on Sansa, even if indirectly.
He finished just in time and managed to retreat, unaware that he had actually been seen by someone else, just as Sansa's ugly sister began using the climbing frame. It happened suddenly and everyone in the gym reacted to both the crash and Arya's scream.
"Arya!"
Sansa rushed to her sister's side, seeing her lying on the ground, clutching at her right arm.
Sansa went pale as she took in the damage. 'Gods, no...'
Arya was fighting to control her screaming, trying to calm down; but the pain was too intense, her arm was broken.
"Now what the hell…?!" Brian began, rounding on Joffrey.
He had seen Joffrey near the climbing frame before Arya went to use it and put two and two together.
Joffrey just smirked. "Oh, don't even think you can blame me, you..."
"We can."
Joffrey turned, outraged; others stopped, surprised, for the one who had spoken, was Lancel.
"What was that cousin?" Joffrey snarled dangerously.
Lancel shook his head, actually stepping up to Joffrey. Through her tears of pain, Arya stared in amazement at this, Sansa had to steady her and keep her down, so she didn't jolt her arm. Everybody was surprised by Lancel's sudden outburst, Marina too.
'Whoa, where did this come from all of a sudden?' She wondered.
Lancel shook his head and spoke to Joffrey, his voice deadly serious. "Marina is right about you. You are nothing but the waste of a man no one would mourn because of how much of a prick he was to everyone. Arya didn't do anything to you, you don't even have the revenge excuse. Urgh..."
He was cut off when Joffrey suddenly lashed out, head-butting Lancel right in the face.
Lancel fell to ground, clutching his bloody nose as Joffrey was restrained and dragged away by two of the coaches.
"You rat, you'll pay for this, your brothers will pay!" Joffrey yelled at Lancel. "I warned you what would happen, you brought this on them!"
He was then dragged away, just as paramedics arrived to see to Arya. Marina meanwhile rushed to Lancel's side.
"Lancel?" She began worriedly, helping him sit up.
He groaned, still clutching his bloody nose. "Shit...guess I should've seen that coming."
Marina shook her head; handing him a tissue. "Here."
He smiled gratefully and while Arya was taken to have her arm seen to, one of the paramedics quickly checked Lancel and confirmed his nose wasn't broken thankfully and the bleeding would stop soon. Many whispers started going around now, so many shocked by what they saw; the only good thing, as far as those directly concerned cared, was that Arya and Lancel would both be alright.
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