"And then he says that he doesn't like me and when I ask him why, he refuses to tell me!" Weiss exclaimed, annoyance in her voice. "And anyways, how in any way am I unlikable!? I," Weiss paused to flip her hair, lips curving up into a smirk, "am a delight!"
Yang rolled her eyes, an amused smile tugging at her lips. "Uh huh."
"It's true and you know it!" Weiss huffed, crossing her arms.
Yang's smile morphed into a mischievous smirk. "How come you care so much about Flynt's opinion of you? Weiss, do you like him?"
Red colored Weiss's cheeks. Weiss glared at the smirking blonde, replying in a high pitched voice, "No! Wh-Why in the world would you think such a thing!?"
Yang shrugged, enjoying seeing Weiss so flustered. She felt like riling her up a bit more. "You sure about that, Weiss? You're getting awfully defensive."
"Yes, I'm sure!" Weiss growled, face redder than before but more so with anger than embarrassment.
"You'll never guess what happened in history today, Flynt!"
Yang glanced up at the sound of the chipper voice, smirking at the sight of Flynt and Neon. Well, speak of the devil. Yang chuckled as she watched Weiss stiffen as the duo walked by their table, the normally poised, regal student council president appearing uncharacteristically shy as she kept her head and eyes down.
"They're gone now," Yang smirked. "You can relax now, Weiss."
Weiss didn't appreciate Yang's teasing, looking up to give Yang a glare.
"Awww, it'll be snowkay, Weiss," Yang quipped with a grin.
Weiss gave the girl the blankest, most unamused look she could muster. "I hate you."