"And then she just left!" Jaune exclaimed to his friend and teammate Lie Ren.
"Maybe she was tired," Ren said with his usual stoic disposition.
"You think so?"
"You said she watched you fight until three, right?"
"It was two, but yeah. She just watched me all night,"
"And then she told you that 'you looked good'?"
"Yeah, I guess she was impressed with me or something," Jaune said with a very confused expression.

Ren sighed and looked around the small living room of Team JNPR's dorm. He glanced at the clock; it was eleven-thirty in the morning. He should really be getting down to the training room himself for his own Saturday sparring with Nora. Then he thought of Nora and her giant hammer and shivered. Maybe listening to Jaune ramble on about his 'little moment' with Yang was the better option.

"Ren? Hello? Are you even listening anymore?"
"Sorry Jaune, but I really have to get to the training room," Ren said with another sigh, "Nora's gonna kill me if I'm late."
"Yes, you really don't want to end up stuck in another wall, now do you?" A gentle and musical voice spoke from behind the couch that the two boys were currently seated on.

Ren turned his head to see Pyrrah standing behind Jaune. She wore her typical outfit, but her weapons seemed to be missing, and she had a glow about her, which was pretty typical.

"Well, I'm gonna get stuck in a wall either way, with the way she fights, but it might hurt more if I'm late," Ren stood up and walked to the door, "I'll catch you guys later."

"So, what's this little problem of yours?"

"So you stalked Jaune, watched him fight, verbally sparred with him, complimented him, and then left blushing madly," Blake said to Yang as she read her book.
"Yes! And then he didn't follow me!" Yang plopped down on Blake's bed with a huff.
"Why would he?"
"If a girl walks off in a hurry, you follow her! You try to stop her and talk to her! Then and only then will she speak her mind!"
"Sounds like you just want attention," Blake said growing bored of the subject.
"Of course I want attention!"
"So, what? Are you in love with Jaune now?"
"What? Of course not! Why would I like scraggly blonde Jaune with the one-piece pajamas."
"Why do you want his attention so bad then? And what about, 'speaking your mind'?"
"Blake! No! You," Yang shook with a mix of anger and confusion and growled.
"Yeah thought so," Blake said with a smile.

"You're no help!" Yang said angrily as she got up and left Blake's room, slamming the door for dramatic effect.

Blake sighed and put her book down. Walking to her dresser to pick out her clothes for the day, she thought, 'Whatever will we do with you Yang?"
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Jaune sighed as he walked around the campus of Beacon alone. He was sure that Pyrrah was trying to find him, but he didn't care. He didn't want to be found. She hadn't been much help. At first, she was nice and tried to help him with his girl problem. But after Jaune dropped Yang's name, she became cold and glared at him. He made the excuse that he needed to get something from Ruby, but ran off to prowl the grounds alone.

I'm so confused, Jaune thought, First Yang gets all weird, and then Pyrrah gets all mad. What am I supposed to do? I'm pretty sure Yang is in town. There's no point trying to find her, I'll just have to wait until she gets back. But it'll be after Pyrrah finds me and berates me for lying to her.

"Why are women so hard to understand?" Jaune exclaimed to no one as he looked at the ground.

"Perhaps because they don't understand themselves," Professor Ozpin said.

Jaune looked up to see the headmaster of Beacon before him. He stood in his normal green suit, holding his coffee cup and his cane. He simply smiled at Jaune, as if he knew all about the young man's troubles.

"Oh! Hello Professor! I'm sorry, I'm not in your way am I?"
"Of course not Jaune, I was simply walking the grounds when I saw you and decided to intervene before walked into a tree. Or simply off the cliff."
"Hehe, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, was I?"
"It would appear not."

Jaune looked back at the ground and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"So tell me, what kind of girl troubles are so frustrating that you feel the need to talk to yourself?"
Jaune laughed and said, "Well Professor, It's kind of a long story."
"It's the weekend, we have all the time in the world."
"Well you see, I spent all last night in the training room, trying to beat that stupid drone."
"Commendable."
"And I finally did it-"
"Well good for you."
"Thanks, but after I destroyed it, I found out that Yang had been watching me the whole time. We argued at first, but then she got all quiet and wouldn't say anything for a couple minutes. After that, she got up and left."
"Did she say anything before she left?"
"Yeah, she told me that I looked good. I didn't get to thank her or even respond."

Ozpin chuckled before looking at Jaune and saying, "Well, it seems that you've got quite the admirer."
"What?!" Jaune was both horrified and stupefied. Yang couldn't seriously like him! She liked strength and muscles! But what if she did? What would Weiss say if she knew she did? He couldn't jeopardize his relationship with the Snow Angel. He'd worked so hard just to get her to talk to him!
"You seemed troubled?"
"Aw man, what am I supposed to tell Weiss?"

At this, Ozpin simply laughed. He laughed and laughed for minutes until he couldn't laugh anymore. Finally, he looked at the distraught Jaune. He was serious.

"Jaune," Ozpin picked his words carefully, "If Weiss really cared about you, she'd have to accept the fact that Yang simply likes you more."
"Really? You don't think she'd be mad?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Well, thank you Professor! You really gave me a new perspective on this whole thing."
"I'm glad I could help. Now, have a good day. And please, try to keep the jokes to a minimum. Laughing at you makes my sides hurt."

And with that, he walked off leaving Jaune speechless for the second time that day.