10 Things She Hates About Gendry

Chapter 9

Hello guys, sorry I'm one day late !

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Monday morning, Mr. Baelish's class.

-All right, he was saying. I assume everyone had found time to complete their poem, except for Mr. Lannister, he chuckled, who has an excuse. Blondie, lose the glasses !

Joffrey grumbled as he removed his sunglasses that were hiding a red/blue/purple/green nose.

-All right, the teacher carried on. Anyone brave enough to read theirs aloud ?

No one moved for a few seconds. Arya stopped herself from wanting to turn to look at Gendry who decided to grace the class with his presence today, and eventually rose her hand.

-I will, she said in a steady voice.

Gendry's head snapped up at the sound of her voice.

-The Seven help us, Mr. Baelish groaned. Here we go.

She walked to the front of the class, and took a deep breath, forbidding herself to look up or else she knew she would meet his eyes, and she couldn't.

-"I hate the way you talk to me

And the way you cut your hair

I hate the way you drive my car

I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots

And the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it makes me sick

It even makes me rhyme

I hate it... (there she had to take a breath because her throat was tightening, and she knew she was getting emotional).

I hate the way you're always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh

Even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you're not around

And the fact that you didn't call

But mostly, I hate the way

I don't hate you, not even close

Not even a little bit

Not even at all", she finished crying, eyes locked with Gendry's as his face was unreadable, and ran out of the class.

She spent the next classes in the infirmary, reading. She couldn't bear to talk to him after that. At the end of the day, she was walking in the parking lot, and took her car keys out of her bag. She opened her car's door and stopped, bewildered. A beautiful Fender Stratocaster of a bright red was on the driver's seat. It was new, the little label proved that. She carefully put her hands on it.

-Nice, huh ? a deep, husky, sexy male voice said behind her.

-A Fender Strat ? she asked, still shocked as she turned to look at him. Is it for me ?

-Yeah, Gendry answered, shoving his hands in his pockets. I thought you could use it, you know, when you start your band. Besides, I had some extra cash, you know. Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl.

She slowly nodded with a little smile.

-Is that right ? she shot back playfully.

-Yeah, but I screwed up. I... I fell for her, he admitted, looking right into her eyes.