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Sansa did a double take when she realized who was standing behind her in line.
“Don’t ask,” she said, trying to stay focused on channeling her frustration at how the night had gone into her new purpose. Maybe she should have gone home and gotten out of the bunny costume first, instead of straight to the student store, but even if she’d been the butt of a joke, it was a good costume. Why let the time she spent getting ready go to waste?
“Wasn’t gonna,” Jon responded quietly.
Sansa wasn’t looking at him but could hear a smile in his voice. Abruptly, she turned to face him. “Are you going to text Robb to tell him I’m making an ass of myself in law school?”
Jon blinked at her, confused. “Why would I do that?”
Sansa shrugged. “I’m sure he told you that’s what he thought would happen.”
Jon paused. “It was more concern that you were doing something—making such a big life choice—over a guy, but I told him it wasn’t really his business or mine so …”
She sighed, turning away again. “Never mind. I’m being stupid.”
“You got into Harvard Law, Sansa. The last thing you are is stupid.”
“Why do I always feel that way?”
“In My Fair Lady, at the end, you know when Eliza says that a woman is a lady when she is treated like one?”
Sansa nodded.
“Feeling stupid works the same way—it’s usually about how other people treat you. Nice thing about that is if you ignore them, after a while the feeling goes away.”
Sansa considered whether she could ignore Harry or his new uptight, stuck-up girlfriend or all the people—her now classmates—who had looked at her like an idiot, not just at the not-costume party but from the moment she stepped on campus. Of course, she couldn’t.
But she could still prove herself. She clutched her new computer to her chest. She’d show them how smart, how valuable Sansa Stark could be.
She looked over her shoulder at him again and smiled. “Thanks, Jon.”