When Arya finds out they are moving to Bristol, she's moderately indifferent towards the idea.
Sansa on the other hand, weeps, and complains and finally, organizes a goodbye party, inviting all her friends and her friends friends, and everything turns into a huge, drama filled event.
Arya personally didn't mind moving.
The new college was as new as any previous college had been, and making friends would be just as difficult as it had been at all the other schools.
Her father had kissed her forehead and wished her good luck on her first day as she clicks the seat beat off and shoulders her bag. "Thanks dad." she forces a smile, feeling her brows twitch with suspicion. What he's really saying is, Stay out of trouble. Please.
Arya really tried her best to.
But bitches will be bitches. And the bitches in her first class had made it impossible for her to, "Stay out of trouble."
A few punches, two nosebleeds and a trip to the principal's office later, and Arya had received her first warning.
Her parents would be upset. Arya was sorry about upseting them, but she wasn't sorry for what she'd done. Not one bit.
She stood in the lunch line at the cafeteria, frowning at the limp fries on her plate, when she feels her mobile buzz. She balances her tray on one hand and pulls out her phone. The text is from Sansa.
Mother is going to kill you.
Arya's eyes sweep the room until she finds her sister, sitting with a few girls in one of the tables. Sansa shook her head disapprovingly, but Arya just rolled her eyes.
All she's worried about is what her new friends will say about her having a delinquent sister.
Arya finds an empty table in the back, and sets her tray down, shrugging off her bag so she can sit.
Before she can sit though, two trays slam down before hers and Arya flinches back, clearly startled. It's two boys. One has long, dishwater blonde hair, too many freckles and a gangly figure. The other sports an even bush of brunette curls on his head and is... well, fat.
"Mind if we... sit?" the blonde asks in a bit of a sing-song.
"Uh... Yea... I mean. Sure. Sit." she lowers herself into her chair and bites her bottom lip awkwardly.
"Lommy." the blonde grabs her hand across the table and shakes it with excitement. "And this is Harry. But everyone calls him Hot Pie."
The fat one's brows shoot up on his forehead as he forces a quick smile before turning to his tray and grabbing a handful of fries.
"So... we saw how you fucked up Gwyn and Stef's faces."
Arya picked up a fry idly and nibbled softly at the tip.
Both boys stare at her expectantly, so she shrugs. "Uh. I didn't catch their names."
"Well the hot black one is Gwyn and Stephanie the other one, the tall one. Good job by the way. They're evil witches, they are. They had it coming." Hot Pie manages to mutter through a mouth full of food. Lommy nods besides him with a smile.
"Good job indeed." he agrees, and there ends that topic.
They seem alright. Hot Pie and Lommy. Hot Pie seems more like the follower, while Lommy leads, though he probably had no idea where he's leading to. From what she can tell, they loners themselves, but it's unclear whether it is by choice.
They ask her a lot of questions, but she oddly doesn't mind, and before lunch is over Arya has made up her mind about them. She likes them.
"So what's your next class, Arya?" Hot Pie asks as the three of them dump their tray's content in a trash bin.
"Us too." Hot Pie smile.
They find three empty desks towards the back of the class room and sit side by side, one boy on each side of her.
The teacher welcomes her, like the previous ones had, but thankfully she doesn't ask Arya to go up front and talk about herself.
The first few minutes are boring and uneventful, and Arya can't wait for class to be over. But twenty minutes into the class, the door is flung open, and a dark haired boy steps in.
"You're twenty minutes late." the teacher rises from her desk, but the boy ignores her walks to the very back of the class, taking a seat on the very last desk.
The teacher shakes her head and made a note on her attendance chart with a frown and Arya notices that most of the students are murmuring amongst each other in hushed whispers. She catches some of the whispers. They say things like, "he's back." and, "oh my God, he looked right at me." and, "i can't believe he had the nerve to come back."
She notices Lommy and Hot Pie discreetly glancing at him over their shoulders and gives in to her curiosity.
"Who is he?" she whispers to Lommy.
"The Bull." he mouths inaudibly.
Arya face twists into a grimace at the ridiculous name and twists in her seat to get a good look at him. He sits with a bored, almost irritated expression, staring out into nothing. He seems as normal as anyone else.
"Don't" Hot Pie chokes out besides her and yanks her shoulder, forcing her to face the front of the room again. Arya slaps his hand away. Everyone is acting so stupid! "Why not?"
"Because." Hot Pie whispers back in a nervous voice. "He's the Bull."
Arya rolls her eyes at her fat friend and steals another cautious glance back at the dark haired bull character. This time, he is staring right at her.
She catches herself biting the inside of her cheek to keep from turning away as stupidly as Lommy and Hot Pie had. Just glare right back at him.
After a long, thickly intense moment, the boy breaks eye contact and Arya turns to the front slowly, feeling her face begin to blush just a bit.
What a stupid name. The Bull. And what did her ever do to gain so much fear from everyone.
She rolls her eyes again.
Well, whatever it was, she would find out. And not from Hot Pie and Lommy. No. She will march right up to him and ask him herself. She wasn't scared or intimidated by him.
I'll do it right after class. She promises herself and spends the rest of the the period thinking of how she would ask him. What she would say.
Out of nowhere, the shrill sound of the bell startles her half to death and she looks at her watch. Class is over.
Hi! Piled on another story to my list! AHHH!
A few notes. Gendry is maybe two years older than Arya... at most. I am visualizing Chris from skins rather than the older, 25 year old Joe Dempsie we see in GoT. In presence, manners, looks. The whole bit.
The entire story will take place in one day :)
Three, maybe four chapters is my guess. And, yes, it appears Gendry is the bad boy of the school.
Enjoy. Comment :)