"You've got to be kidding, Pyrrha!" Jaune exclaimed as they walked from their final class of the day. "Weiss. Weiss Schnee. The totalitarian ice witch of Beacon?!"

"It is no joke, Jaune," replied Pyrrha, "Weiss has the most experience and training on the matter at hand." She looked toward Jaune and seeing that he was still not entirely onboard with the idea, she added, "Besides, it will give you an opportunity to get to know her better. Perhaps you just got off on the wrong foot."

"I don't know Pyrrha… I still don't think it's the best idea. I mean, she already hates me as is." He breathed a sigh of discontent as they reached the door to their dorm.

Just as Jaune reached for the doorknob, Pyrrha spun him around, gripping him by his shoulders. "Jaune," She began as she looked into his eyes intently, "Do you want to be a hunter, a hero that stands up in the face of danger to protect the innocent from harm?"

"Of course. More than anything." He answered truthfully. He knew he wasn't going to like where this was going.

"Then you're just going to have to accept the training arrangements as they stand. You and I both know you need the help. I've seen you accomplish great things in the short time here at Beacon. Handling an ill-tempered young heiress should be no obstacle for you." A slight smile formed across her lip, "I believe in you, Jaune."

Jaune pondered this for a moment before responding, "You know what, Pyrrha? You're right. I've just got to stay confident and never give up." A newfound confidence built up deep inside the young hunter in training. "I'll show that Weiss that I'm no coward. Jaune Arc will not be made a fool of! Besides, at least I've got the weekend to relax and gather my wits."

As Jaune turned toward the door, he reached for the handle. Instead of the usual metal doorknob, his hand met something soft, replaced by an almost silk touch. He had grabbed a small, delicate hand. Standing there before him was the ice queen herself.

Oh crap. Why does this keeping happening to–

"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?!" A look of rage burned across the young heiress' face as she tore her arm away from him. "Do not touch me. Do not stare at me. Let's get this straight, if you want me to help you, you'll do as I say and I'll have none of your obnoxious behavior. Do you understand?!" Her authoritative stare left Jaune off guard, feeling much of his newfound confidence being seared away by the young huntress' demands.

'U-uh…" He stammered, searching for some sense of courage. "Yes ma'am."

"Good," exclaimed Weiss, "Eight o'clock, tomorrow morning in the training room. You want to develop any sort of skill? Then be there." With that, she left the two partners to fathom what just happened.

"Pyrrha… What just happened?" Questioned Jaune, still trying to gather himself.

"Looks like Ms. Schnee is eager to begin your training," She patted Jaune on the back as they entered their room, "Don't worry, I'm sure she'll warm up to you. You'll do fine."

Jaune plopped down on his bed, already overwhelmed by what was to come. "I hope so, Pyrrha," He sighed deeply, "I hope so."

This rich girl will be the death of me. He thought to himself. I just know it.

"You'd best be getting to bed early, Jaune. You're going to need your strength tomorrow." Pyrrha interrupted his thoughts.

"I know…" Jaune already felt himself drifting lazily into unconscious slumber. I just hope I don't screw things up too bad tomorrow.

That idiot had better not try anything tomorrow. Weiss thought to herself as she entered her own room. She was surprised to see that Ruby was the only one already back other than herself. She saw that she was busy tending to Crescent Rose at the edge of her bed.

The young team leader looked up from what she was doing to address her partner. "Hey there, Weiss. Where ya' been?" Usually, the heiress was back by now, eager to begin her assignments. It was unlike her to deviate from her strict schedule.

"Just paying your little friend Jaune a visit," She replied as she settled onto her bed to begin her studies. "I wanted to make sure he understands the consequences of crossing me."

Ruby's typically permanent smile faded, giving way to a frown of disapproval. She stood up and approached Weiss. "You know, you shouldn't be so hard on him."

At this, Weiss turned toward Ruby with a raised eyebrow. "And just what do you know? That idiot has done nothing but be a hindrance to everyone and make a fool of himself at every given opportunity."

"I know that he tries his hardest to be just as good as the next student here at Beacon. I know that he's got more heart and determination in him than anybody," Ruby glared at her partner, "Believe it or not, Jaune has worked his butt off these last few weeks so that he can better himself. He just needs the opportunity to rise to the occasion."

"Ruby, why can't you see him for what he is? A womanizing dim-witted teenage boy, with no place here at this prestigious academy," Weiss retorted in disagreement, "Everybody sees it."

Ruby stared intently into the young heiress' eyes. "Everybody, or you?" With that, she gathered Crescent Rose and left her partner to consider her words.

Weiss sat alone in the silence for a while, deep in thought over her team leader's input. She was frustrated that she had agreed to help train Jaune, but she kept finding herself returning to the scolding by her partner. Unable to focus properly on the assignments laid out before her, she decided to retire to bed early. As she lay in bed that night, she found herself unable to sleep. Instead, her thoughts continued to drift toward what Ruby had said to her.

You need to get your rest, Weiss. She thought to herself. Why are her words concerning you so much? It's not like there was any reality to them. Her thoughts turned toward her hardly eager pupil, Jaune. He's just an idiot who doesn't belong here. He'll rue the day he tried to make a move on Weiss Schnee. I see right through his feigned 'skills', he'll never become a hunter. How can Ruby see him differently? He's nothing more than an obstacle in your way, Weiss. They may think he's so much better, so determined to better himself, but I see right through him.

The white-haired huntress finally found herself drifting into slumber as her mental debate drew to an end.

Everybody sees it.

Everybody…

Right?

Nope. The very thought of doubt was quickly struck down.

The Arc boy will suffer tomorrow…

Hey, everybody. I'll be posting a new chapter every Sunday. I promise they'll be much longer though. Thanks for the good feedback. Also, check out my good friend and helpful editor, CushionySiren3's RWBY story A Frozen Heart. Thanks.