"She let you into the White Dragon!?" Penny exclaims, and I quickly rush to cover her mouth. Luckily I foresaw this, and took us to a secluded part of the library we're no one would hear us.
"Shhh, Penny! You have to be quiet, no one can know that I'm apart of the White Dragon." I clap my hands together, praying that this wasn't a bad idea. Penny is my best friend, and I trust her with my life, but she has a tendency to be a little... Eccentric. She comes from a very rich family, and her father is a genius scientist that works in a city a few hour away, leaving her in the care of her uncle Ironwood. She doesn't really know how to act around people because she grew up in a very sheltered environment.
"Sorry Ruby..." Penny mumbles.
I sigh. "It's fine Penny, just please be more careful. If anyone finds out the White Dragon will be in serious trouble."
"I understand!" Penny nods rapidly. "You're sister is the leader, she'd be in big trouble if anyone found out she started a biker gang."
"Yes, so please keep your voice down." I whisper. She covers he mouth with a small gasp and nods.
I smile a little. Despite Penny being a little weird she's been my best friend since she started attending Beacon High freshman year. Well, she's really my only friends, considering I'm a pretty big social outcast amongst the other students. People find me over energetic and annoying, and in a school like Beacon, if you're not a super smarty pants who only cares about passing their classes, you won't really fit in well. I'd rather be drawing or reading romance manga then taking notes and listening to never ending lectures.
"I'm sorry Ruby, I'm just so excited for you." Penny beams. "You've wanted to join the White Dragon since you found out Yang started it."
"Yeah, it is really exciting." I blush in embarrassment. "I just hope I don't make a fool out of myself, all the girls their are so cool! They're like anime heroines!"
"Like from the manga Rosario + Vampire?" Penny questions, eyes lighting up with excitement. "Do they do really cool fight scenes while wearing short skirts?"
"Um, not really." I rub the back of my head. "They all wear pants, cause I don't think you can really wear a skirt and ride a motorcycle... That would be really embarrassing."
"Then what are you gonna do about your uniform?" Penny tilts her head to the side slightly in question. I look down at my school uniform, a standard issue long sleeved white shirt, red tie, and red pleated skirt.
"I'm not sure..." I mumble. "I guess I'll have to start bringing a back up pair of clothes to wear when I'm hanging out with them."
Penny nods. "That sounds like a good idea."
I smile brightly at Penny just as the bell rings. "Come on, let's get to class."
"We have art next right?" Penny asks, and I nod. She's a little ditzy when it comes to remembering her schedule. Luckily we have an almost identical schedule, save for the fact that she has an elective of auto shop, where I have creative writing. "Good, I can't wait to work on my scrap metal robot."
"How's it coming along anyway?" We head out of the library into the busy hallway flooded with rowdy teenagers.
"Really good!" Penny beams. She's always loved talking about her robot creations and has excelled at math and science since she started school here. Having a scientist for a father really made her love that kind of thing. "If I get to add some electrical wiring to it is could actually make it work. But I don't think she's gonna let me do that."
"Well considering last time you started a fire and burned two people paintings." I shrug.
"I didn't mean to! Those girls got their paint brush water on Sparky when he was still in the open wire phase." Penny tries to reason and I give her a sympathetic look.
"I know, but I think for this project you should just leave it a scrap metal robot sculpture." I emphasis on the sculpture part. "Mrs. Hansen still gives you dirty looks you know."
"I know." Penny nods disheartened. We walk into the large classroom and I breath in the sweet smell of acrylic paint, and pencil shavings. This is the one place in the school that I really feel at home at. I smile at Mrs. Hansen and she smiles back. Penny smiles at her and she gives a look of distaste. I pat Penny's shoulder as she pouts. We get to work on our project, chatting as we do so.
"So how has your dad been?" I ask, mixing the color of two paints on separate pallet holder.
"He's been good." She smile softly. "He came and visited this weekend, he's not going to be able to come back for a month though, but he told me that he loves me and when he comes home next time he'll stay for a whole week."
"That's great Penny!" I smile at her. Penny loves her father very much, and though she doesn't say it, I know she hates that he has to work so far away. Getting to spend a whole week with him will really be good for her.
"I know right!" Penny beams. I smile at her enthusiasm. Penny may be weird, but she's still just a normal girl at heart, who loves her father very much. We get back to our projects and before I know it the class period is over. It's not long before the whole day has passed by and I'm outside the school wondering just what to do now.
"Hey loser!" I turn my head to see Cinder and Emerald in the same pickup truck that Weiss dropped me off in. "Get in!"
I run over to them and hop in the truck. Emerald smiles at me as Cinder drives off back to the warehouse.
"So how was school?" Cinder asks.
I shrug off my backpack, setting it down next to me. "It was good, boring but good."
"Yeah, school is super boring, that's why I dropped out my senior year." Emerald smirks, looking at me in the rear view mirror. "You're a senior now right?"
"Yeah, I'll be turning eighteen soon." I nod.
"Stay in school kid." Cinders voice is beautiful, soothing, and somehow intimidating as well. "This dumbass won't go anywhere in life without even a high school diploma. Do what I did, get through high school and college, then make your life however you want it."
"And you wanted to be apart of a biker gang?" Emerald scoffs.
Cinder simply smiles. "I simply wanted a little more... Excitement in my life."
"How old are you?" I question Cinder, Emerald, both of them?
"I'm 19." Emerald smirks proudly.
"I'm 22." Cinder answers. "I'm taking a sabbatical from college for a year or two."
"Oh." I nod in understanding. "So you're old enough to drink."
Cinder blinks before bursting into laughter. "That's the first thing that comes to mind!?"
I blush. "W-Well yeah. Yang is always going on about how stupid it is that we aren't allowed to drink till we're 21."
Cinder continues to chuckle. "You're cute Ruby Rose."
I blush brighter.
At the warehouse only Pyrrha, Nora, Yang, Blake and Weiss are there, milling about. A punching bag is set up in the corner, Pyrrha beating into it mercilessly. Nora watches, clapping and cheering her on. Yang continues to work on Bumblebee as she was before, Blake and Weiss speaking in hushed tones over at the table.
"We're back bitches!" Emerald calls. Pyrrha turns from her punching, sweat dripping down her face.
"Welcome back." Pyrrha nods, Nora getting up from her seat where she watches Pyrrha.
"Ruby!" Nora brings me into a bear hug. I wheeze as I feel her crushing me.
"Y-You're really strong." I croak out.
"Oh, I'm really not, you should check out Pyrrha's six pack!" Nora giggles.
I look over a Pyrrha wide eyed. "You have a six pack!?"
Pyrrha nods sheepishly. "Yeah, but it's not really all that impressive."
"Can I see?" I ask, excitement showing in my eyes. She nods, lifting up her tank top to reveal the toned muscles of her stomach. What Nora said was true she has a well defined six pack. "Wow! C-Can I feel them!?"
Pyrrha blushed but nods. I gently touch the hard muscle, amazed by how tough it feels.
"So cool!" I beam up at Pyrrha.
Pyrrha scratches the back of her head. "It's really not. A lot of the girls here have them."
"Really!?" I look at the girls around me.
Blake nods. "Me an your sister have them too."
"Yang you have a six pack now!?" I run over to her, lifting up her shirt and marveling at the muscle. "When did that happen!?"
"I started working out more intensely after I left home." Yang shrugs. "I'm sure you could get a six pack of your own if you stared lifting weighs instead of just running all the time."
"You're a runner?" Blake walks over to me and I nod, embarrassed.
"Y-Yeah, I ran track my freshman and sophomore year. I quit junior year cause the girls would make fun of me." I mumble.
"I went to Beacon, the people there are all asshats." Blake smirks. "Just make it through your senior year, then you won't have to worry about seeing those dickwads ever again."
I look up at her, my heart fluttering slightly. "Y-Yeah!"
"Hey Ruby, when are you going to get your bike?" Nora asks, having retaken her seat to watch Pyrrha continue her assault on the punching bag.
"Um, I don't know. I'd have to find a good dealership, and get a ride there... I can't really afford a really fancy model, but I can get something decent." I feel flustered, worried my inexperience will get me laughed at.
"I have a friend who's been looking to sell one of his bikes." Weiss mutters, more to herself then anyone. She turns to look at me and raises her voice. "He'll sell it to you for pretty cheap, how much do you have?"
"Um, about 3,500." I mumble.
She nods, looking satisfied. "Yeah, he'll be able to sell it to you for around that."
"Awesome!" I beam.
"You have your drivers license and motorcycles license right?" Blake asks. I nod and she smiles. "Good, we can't have you driving illegally."
At that comment a few of the members laugh. I look a little confused but laugh awkwardly with them. Blake sees my confusion and wraps an arm around my shoulder.
"When we first started off a lot of the girls didn't have their licenses, so we got in a lot of trouble for that." Blake smirked. "Now we know how to not get caught."
I blink understanding but still slightly confused. I know my sisters gang isn't exactly legal, but they never did anything to bad... Right?
"Hey Weiss, you're in charge of taking Ruby where ever she needs to go till she gets her own bike, got that!?" Blake calls over to Weiss.
"Fuck you, she knows how to drive, why can't she drive herself!?" Weiss calls back from the couch.
"Because carpooling saves on gas and I'm not paying for you freeloaders any longer, I already let you use my truck, I'm not paying for gas when you drive it all over the place."
Weiss groans. "Fine, whatever."
I smile to myself as I watch Blake walk over to hassle Weiss some more. This really is like one big dysfunctional family.