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Miami, Florida.
High School Reunion/
Jeyne and Theon's engagement party.
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, I’m late....... I rush out of the cab, into the hotel lobby, luggage in hand and see my friend Beth already dressed and waiting for me.
She waves her hand, I drop my luggage, we hug, I check in. And now here I stand, in my hotel room, trying to set my airplane hair into some sort of decent hairdo.
I look into the mirror and scowl, “Tell me again, Beth why did Jeyne’s engagement party also have to be the place where all the Winterfell High morons reunite? Also, why am I going? The best part about my high school experience, was leaving.”
“Sansa, you know Theon. The best way to describe him involves the words “nice “ and “narcissistic”. He’s still in touch with most of our batch mates on an everyday basis. Some of them are even his business partners, you remember the popular clique; Theon, Margery, Asha, Elia, Dickon, and Jon. Not everyone avoids the public eye the way you do, ya know?”
Apart from my thousand personal reasons, as to why I shouldn’t be doing this you know, the norm : I was cringey in high school. Overweight, with everyone around me telling me how pretty I'd be only if I lost some weight, including my mother. Not to mention the swarm of circling bullies who never let me forget how ugly I am. Head in the clouds and cliché romantic TV soaps, a girl in search of epic romance. Who’d have thought, I’d pull a full three-sixty and become a serious officer for the USFS (United States Foreign Service) who is hardened by the truths of life but still feeds on romantic books, as a guilty pleasure.
Not many people know or remember me, I had done my best to cut ties with everybody, and get a new start in life with preferably less pretentious people, than the ones in my high school.
The other reason I’m dreading this is Jon. Jon, my seating partner in eighth grade. Jon, the guy even the unreachable Maragery Tyrell liked. Smart, caring, captain of the ice hockey team Jon. Jon, my first real crush. Jon.
Beth and I enter the beachside venue, approaching the already swarmed couple. “Sansa!” kind Jeyne says, as we embrace. “Sansa” Theon nods.
“I thought you wouldn’t come” Jeyne says.
“It’s my best friend’s engagement party, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Beth and I head to the open bar, after some small talk and run into a couple of people from school, ugh some people never change.
We order our drinks and sit by the bar. Around us, there are people chatting, flirting, judging.
I spot Margery and Asha across the room, both giving us a sly smile and their usual condescending looks.
“Margery is married to some rich prick, and Asha is a lawyer now, who’d have thought?” Beth says.
“It’s like we’re back in high school, only with fancy clothes instead of plaid.” I reply. "It's nice to have you back, Sansa." Beth says.
We clink our glasses and I down my second glass of gin martini for the evening.
I close my eyes, and breathe a deep sigh, only to open them and look directly into Jon Snow’s.