Late. An hour late for the first day of class, to be exact, but to Yang Xiao Long she considered it fashionable. Her jet black backpack lazily slugged around her shoulder; trademark smirk plastered around her beautifully sculpted face. The brown shaded aviators masked her lilac eyes and reflected the hallways of Beacon University. Yang glanced at the white paper in her right hand and the different classrooms that rolled past, trying to match her schedule. Maybe it was a bit too carefree for this occasion, but that was fine. Physics was a cakewalk to her anyway.
Yang always had an unmistakable affinity towards Mathematics, because any real world problem was easily fixed with math; however, that interest didn't spark until Junior year Physics. She learned tons of new things: how forces worked, how angles and surface tension can affect the object in play, and to Yang, she loved it. It was an advantage when it came to sports, especially martial arts. For example, she could calculate the precise amount of force needed for each punch to connect. Unfortunately, it made Yang a better liar to her loved ones when trying to cover the black eyes and bruises. Broken bones were a different story; it took a great deal of will to have no reaction when it comes to physical contact, especially from Ruby.
Ruby meant the world to Yang, and even though they're half sisters she would drop anything she was doing to help the cookie lover out. Yang would always make time for her: picking her up from her track meets, and is always sure to listen when Ruby's holding an acoustic concert in the local coffee shops. Ruby was a musician, and a very gifted one at that; which earned her a full ride in Beacon University. It wasn't common for a seventeen year old to start college, but that speaks volumes for the many students and professors about her. However, Ruby was awkward, very awkward when it came to meeting new people. Yang was the only one who ever had the time and patiences for Ruby to come out her shell, but the only time she was even sociable was when she had her black and red Les Paul guitar, Crescent Rose. Yang can go on for hours just listening to Ruby's improvised blues solos, with a little bit of singing here and there, at home.
Moments passed and an extra fifteen minutes of just scanning room numbers for hers, which happened to be in the back of the University. Yang folded the white paper in her hand and stuffed it in her brown leather jacket before peeking in through the window. She counted about fifty people in the classroom, but give it a couple of weeks and probably a third of them will drop out. Lilac eyes scanned the board and saw that they were about to finish the basics of 1-D Kinematics. The wolfish smirk turned into a grin and with that she entered the room; that caused everyone to look at her with confusion. Yang quickly searched for an empty seat, which the only one available was in the front. She walked over and pulled the chair back enough where she can prop her legs up on the desk. Yang pulled out her notebook on the first blank page, before looking at the Professor with a smirk again. Yang moved her wrist in a forward motion and asked her to continue.
"And who may you be, and how come you're an hour and fifteen minutes late to my class?" The professors light shade green eyes pierced into Yang's aviators.
"Well better late than never I always say, and my name is Yang"
"Yang what?"
"Professor..Uhm..." She squinted at the plaque on her desk. "Goodwitch, I'm pretty sure that I'm the only one in this class that has the name Yang. You can find it at the bottom of the attendance sheet you have on your desk."
Professor Goodwitch just stared at the blonde and without leaving her eyes off of her, she reach for the clipboard. With just one glance at the bottom of the paper she closed her eyes and wrote down something next to her name. She placed the clipboard down and resume teaching like nothing ever happened.
Yang reached into her pockets of her leather jacket in hopes to find her pen, but sadly the only thing she grabbed was her phone and the ball of paper. So, an hour and fifteen minutes late to class, being a smart-ass towards the Professor, to finally not having a pencil to even look like she was paying attention, this was going smoothly. A pioneer in exploration, Yang shot glances at the people near her. Most looked run-of-the-mill, aside from one very cute girl sitting just to her left. The girl's hair was black as her backpack, it was also long, and on top of her head was a large bow that made it her look somewhat like a cat. She had a white blouse with a loosely buttoned up black vest, both wrist had black leather bracelets, and finally black jeans with heels. Yang softly cleared her throat and tapped her partner's shoulder.
"Hey, do you have a pen or pencil I could possibly borrow for the entire day?" Yang said with a small grin.
The raven haired girl raised her eyebrow questionable at Yang before speaking. " So, you mean something you can keep?"
"No, no, just something to borrow for the rest of the day and I'll give it back to you when I see you again. Promise."
"Right…" Yang pulled her glasses off and subconsciously bit one of the ends of its. She observed the other girl, knowing she doesn't sound convinced, or even willing to give her one.
"Fine, how about I give it back to you at the end of class? Does that sound fair enough?"
The girl sighed irritably as she reach into her backpack to pull out a blue ball point for Yang, who replied with a flirty wink. After a few moments of learning that the basics of kinematics is describing motion of objects using words, diagrams, numbers, graphs, and equations. They started to do practice problems from the overhead, which Yang easily answered quickly and proceeded to play on her phone. She notice her partner struggling with some questions, and decided to help her out for a bit.
Yang quickly scanned problem number one and notice that her partner had everything correctly done except for the conversion of twenty-five miles into meters. Simple mistake, but for testing purposes simple mistakes do not give partial credit just a zero. Calculating the average acceleration wasn't hard at all; it was just memorizing the formula, but converting miles to meters per second, or kilometers is a little tricky because there is room for error. Problem number five she skipped over which is the only word problem covering about displacement, and Yang can see why. Either she didn't know what formula to use or it was intimidating. Most of the questions were answered correctly.
"You should totally check your mile conversion again for number one, and for number five it's final velocity squared equals initial velocity squared, plus two times acceleration, times displacement." Yang said nonchalantly.
Once more she received a confused looked from the girl. "Uhm...okay?" Yang looked at her for a couple moments before grabbing the pen and writing out the formula on the blank space next to number five. Then proceeded to draw a quick sketch of two cars one showing that it was moving and another showing that it stopped. She puts in numbers that were given in the problem down such as: acceleration equalling negative eight meters per second per second, initial velocity equalling thirty meters per second, final velocity being zero meters per second, and finally having displacement with a question mark. With all that done, Yang rewrote the formula with the given numbers in their correct place, and gave the paper back to the her partner.
"It turns into a simple algebraic problem. The problem is asking for displacement and out of the four formulas that are given to us today this is the one that has all three known variables," Yang said putting her pen aside.
She gave the cat-like girl a small grin and leaned back on her chair. Yang can feel her yellow eyes glancing at the paper and at her again.
"How do you know so much about Physics? You've been here less than thirty minutes and you already know the information." She said.
Yang shrugged at the girl before speaking "Junior and Senior year of taking AP Physics one and two at Signal High School. I've gotten a five on both AP exams."
The only response the other girl gave to Yang was an eyeroll. She finished the problem that Yang laid out for her, and then proceeded to take out a journal with many sticky notes neatly sticking out of it. The blonde, being the curious lion she is, leaned back to take a quick glance of what was in it, but that shortly came to an end when Professor Goodwitch said that they were going over the problems.
"Alright class, who here has at least two or three of the questions correct?" Most of the class has raised their hands. "Six?" About four hands raised. "Eight or nine?" The raven haired girl was the only one. "Finally, all of them?" Yang raised her hand proud and high, in which Professor Goodwitch gave her a surprised look.
"How can you possibly have a perfect? You've missed most of the material from the beginning of class."
Yang's wolfish smirk made an appearance, "It's 1-D kinematics. You look at the word problem and you find the formula that suits best. Honestly, this isn't a challenge at all."
"Confident, are we, Miss Xiao Long?"
"Well, a girl has to have her confidence, right?" She said as she shrugged.
Professor Goodwitch readjusted her glasses, and turned off the overhead. "If you're very confident in your skills why don't you come up to the board and explain momentum, and how you calculate it?"
Yang propped her legs on the table like earlier and chuckled softly. She stretched her arms back and let them rest on the back of her head. Little did everyone know she utilizes momentum when fighting, so for Yang this was her subject. "That's not even worth my time to come to the board and explain it."
She cleared her throat and pushed some her golden locks out of the way. "Momentum can be defined as 'mass in motion'. All objects have mass; so therefore if an object is moving, then it has momentum," Yang took her legs off the table and looked straight at her professor. " The amount of momentum that an object has is dependent upon two variables: how much stuff is moving and how fast the stuff is moving. Those two variables are mass and velocity and in terms of an equation, the momentum of an object is equal to the mass of the object times the velocity of the object."
There was a tension of silence in the entire class; waiting to see what the professor would do next. Some of the students were surprised that she just pushed her glasses forward with her middle finger, closed her eyes, and stood there. Professor Goodwitch sighed and looked at Yang with a stern look before putting her arms behind her back.
"You are correct, Miss Xiao Long. As of right now I'm impressed that you know material well enough before hand, and I apologize for doubting you," she said softly. "Class dismissed!" She yelled.
This caught Yang off guard for quick moment; thinking there was going to be a dual of who knows what the most. She turned to her left to face her partner again, seeing that she was all packed and ready to go, and almost forgetting the pen that she let Yang borrow.
"Hey, wait, don't forget your pen!" Yang said reaching out to give it to her. "Thanks again...Lady-kin? Sister from another mister? Fellow of the Fellowship?"
"Blake," she said with no expression while she took her pen. "And you're welcome."
Blake made a beeline towards the door with the blonde in her trail. Yang was about to catch up to her until Professor Goodwitch stopped her to get the syllabus for the entire year. It was filled to the brim with important exam dates, upcoming group projects, and, of course, the final exams for the two semesters; which Yang didn't even care about. Once outside the classroom she took the white ball of paper out of her pocket to see what her next class was, calculus at one-thirty. She checked the time on her phone, twelve-twenty two, she thought. Ruby is about to finish her class, and I promised that I'll be there waiting for her. Question is, where is it?