Well Helloooo again mi amigos/amigas and everyone in between! MediocreWriter here just dropping another chapter for you all to enjoy! I was thinking about making this chapter longer but then I got lazy :P
Anyways, without further ado, chapter 3 everybody! (Again, all RWBY characters belong to the amazing humans from Rooster Teeth)
Coco Adel grinned in sheer entertainment at the fuming former heiress beside her. Blake, who was on the other side of the fashionista, was tensed up in anticipation of the white-haired girl's potential actions - which may have involved the homicide of a certain hyperactive brunette.
She had to bite back her laughter when she turned her head towards Weiss' next victim; and saw that the girl was fast asleep across the room, in the very class that she didn't want to be late to. Next to the girl was what she believed to be the flash of yellow and brown that accompanied her as they zoomed past the three girls during the morning. The more vibrant of the two had an untamed mane of golden hair that flowed down to her waist. It seemed to suit her nicely despite it's wild disposition. She wasn't faring much better than her red companion, and was dozing off every two to three seconds.
Then there was the more earthly-coloured of the three. From where Coco was sitting across the lecture hall, she could faintly see the exasperated but warm expression on the girl's face that she held towards her two friends. She also could spy a pair of cute Rabbit Faunus ears atop the girl's brown hair.
Her grin transformed into a wicked smile when she caught onto what their little Ice Princess had in store for the sleeping girl.
"When I get my hands on that little red bitch, I'll make her pay..."
"Pay for what?" The fashionista chimed, "your gaudy, snowflake-ridden outfit?"
The former heiress' eyes flitted towards the girl in a concentrated glare "Adel..."
Before she could retaliate, she let out a small 'Youch!' when she felt the sensation of a pinch at her side. She turned accusingly at their black and white friend, who did nothing more but communicate with her eyes that maybe teasing the fuming girl was a bad idea. At this, Coco relented then opted to shrug and smile slyly as she adjusted the circular shades over her eyes.
"And I don't want to hear fashion advice coming from a girl who wears sunglasses indoors..."
Coco could hear Blake face-palm and utter a small 'oh no..." before her own head whipped around to face the former heiress in disdain,
"They aren't sunglasses, they're top-of-the line, totally chic, Coco-designed round-styled shades" the fashionista said vehemently in a pathetically hushed voice. She then pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the white-haired Schnee, "and they're classy."
"Yeah, classy for a confused douche-bag inside of a nightclub..."
"You wouldn't know what classy would look like if it smacked right into you, like that redhead!"
"Ugh! this is what's so annoying about you fashion-types. Just because you're associated with someone who has a decent fashion sense, doesn't mean that everything that you do is 'fashion genius', honey." Weiss stated, mocking the way Coco talked.
"Guys..." Blake quietly warned in desperation,
The volumes of their voices were getting louder, and Blake was sure that they weren't even trying to quiet themselves down. At this, Coco briefly scanned their surroundings and noticed that their bickering earned quite a bit of an audience - with student's either giving them concerned or annoyed glances. For a split-second her eyes locked onto the familiar Rabbit Faunus' eyes, who incidentally had been staring in her direction in what seemed to be concern. The fashionista smirked slightly when the girl realized that she was staring right at her, who then flushed a little as she ripped her gaze away. Her attention was brought back to Weiss who had a ghost of a smug smile plastered on her face, as she interpreted Coco's silence as some sort of victory. This irked the girl incredibly. The masses be damned - the day the Schnee outwits Coco Adel will be the day hell freezes over.
"Well, Weissy," she began as she pretended to nonchalantly examine her fingernails,
"You business-types aren't exactly innocent of using association as a measure of success. Considering that you still ironically use your last name in some warped sense of pride. A name that you, oh so eloquently, denounced about a year ago..."
There were a couple of audible gasps that could be heard around them, as they were straight up talking now. Even Blake flinched at the rather underhanded remark; but nothing could have prepare anyone for what the Schnee said next,
"At least my mother knows my name."
At that statement Blake's jaw literally dropped, and she whipped her head around to stare incredulously at the former heiress. She covered her mouth, concealing a bemused smile as she anticipated what the fashionista was going to say, or do, next. Coco didn't know whether or not their feline friend was either distressed or entertained by their argument. But at this point, she didn't really care.
Oh no... At this point she was ready to throw punches.
The former Schnee heiress knew that the subject of the fashionista's mother was a rather tender topic, and yet she used it as a tactic for public humiliation. It wasn't like she was offended on her mother's behalf; if anything she practically resented the supposed mother figure. The least the damn woman could do after not seeing her daughter after 8 years was remember her freaking name. For Oum's sake, it was just two simple syllables and had the same repeating letters!
Coco slammed her palms onto the desk and stood up abruptly, towering over her friend, and that friend followed suit with an indignant expression,
"Listen you prissy little bi-"
"Is there something going on over there that could possibly be more important than my lecture?"
The not so subtle reminder that they were still in class had processed between the two opposing girls, with the smaller of the two paling in horror, and Coco staring at the professor indifferently. The fashionista wondered in the back of her mind why it mattered so much. It's not like the man was actually talking about anything relevant to the course. For the last half hour he was blabbering on about the 'good ol' glory days,' which everyone was pretty sure had absolutely nothing about dust ethics. Professor Port continued to wait intently, having assumed that the girl's thought the question wasn't rhetorical.
The former heiress composed herself and smiled sweetly at the robust man,
"Our apologies, Professor Port. We were merely discussing the workplace ethics regarding the Dust mines, and it got a little... heated."
Coco scoffed at that, but then put on a smile of her own, "Yes, and everyone's favourite little Schnee here may have gotten offended when I made a somewhat uncalled for comment about her family name. And for that, I sincerely apologize."
Weiss turned to her and continued to smile. Well, her facial expression was more akin to a sneer, what with her eyes carrying some serious murderous intent.
"Your apology is, graciously, accepted." she said through gritted teeth.
Totally oblivious to the storm of passive-aggressiveness playing out before him, Professor Port accepted their statements at face value.
"Well," the man chimed, "as happy as I am to know that I have students who feel passionately about the subject, please do refrain from any discussions during class unless I instruct you all to do so. As you should know, many of this course's tests will include the information that I talk about during class."
Coco couldn't resist to roll her eyes at the man. If his tests were going to be about his youth and the 'almost heroic way in which he won the Rugby championship at the Vytal Sports Festival', then Coco was sure that she would ace the class with flying colours. Nevertheless, both of the girl's muttered a 'yes sir' and returned to their seats. Shortly after, the school's bell had rung - directing the students towards their next class. Weiss grabbed Coco roughly by her arm, and began to briskly drag the girl out of class with Blake in tow. The sea of student's scrambled to get out of their way as the former heiress did so, but before they left the auditorium Coco spotted a familiar Rabbit Faunus who happened to be staring right at her. The fashionista smiled at her, and gave her a signature Adel wink. Her smile widened when she saw that the action had it's intended effect; with her final vision of the Rabbit Faunus being the girl blushing profusely while hiding behind her rabbit ears.
'Cute...' was what Coco thought,
At least before she turned to face a rather uncute, and angry, Weiss.
"Dammit, Coco! What the hell was that?"
Coco blinked, "An extremely boring lecture?"
"What? no- I mean, are you intent on having some kind of bitch-streak today? Why would you bring up my disinheritance in front of everyone, as a fucking joke!?"
"Gee, I don't know Weiss. Maybe it's because you brought up, the equally as sensitive topic, of my mother to ridicule me?" the fashionista shot back
"Well, you made fun of my damn outfit!" the former heiress all but yelled, "If you took off those damn sunglasses and looked closely, you can see that the Schnee family crest is embedded between some of the 'gaudy snowflakes'"
"Oh, again with your last name! Schnee this, Schnee that... it sounds like an utterly confused snee-"
"Already used that joke this morning," Blake deadpanned.
"Freaking Oum!-" the fashionista jumped.
Their Faunus friend had been observing them the entire time, making sure to be ready if this particular fight had turned physical. The arguments between the two rather hot-headed girls never resulted in physical contact, but Blake couldn't be so sure this time. Especially considering that the Adel heiress was in a particularly foul mood this morning. Normally, the girl was carefree and her 'teasing' was more playful and she somewhat could tell when to draw the line. But in today's class she seemed to say her insults with a small amount of ill-intent towards the former heiress. Weiss, on the other hand, wasn't acting out of the ordinary - her jabs at Coco were to be expected, especially after what the fashionista said. Although, Blake had to admit, the comment about the girl's mother was a bit of a low blow. She could tell that something was bothering Coco, and she wasn't going to let her internalize it.
Blake stared at Coco with soft eyes, "Coco... what happened?"
Weiss stared at Blake in confusion, but then turned her steely gaze towards the fashionista. Indicating that she was intent on hearing the girl out. Both of the girls saw the internal storm occur on Coco's face, as she held a snarky remark on the tip of her tongue. But then her face fell in defeat as she opted to confide in the only two friends that she had,
"Juliette is back in town for a bit,"
At this, Weiss' gaze softened, "Oh... Coco I didn-"
Coco held her hand up to dismiss their white-haired friend, "Save it, Weiss. I know you didn't know, how could you have possibly known?"
She frustratingly ran her fingers through her brown hair, and twiddled with the longer locks of her uneven bob. This was a tell-tale sign that the fashionista was nervous about something, and it angered her more that her mother had such an impact on her. She shouldn't feel nervous around the very being that should have made her feel like she was family. But who was Coco kidding, the woman was a complete stranger to her, and for the most part, she didn't know what to do with herself when she was around the imposing woman. Before she could wallow in self-pity, she felt the sudden sensation of a hand being placed on her shoulder, in an awkward attempt to comfort her. Her eyes rose to meet the former heiress' gaze, who held an expression of understanding.
"Well... for what it's worth, I'm sorry about what I said back in the lecture hall"
A familiar glint returned to Coco's eyes, "Your apology is, graciously, accepted"
Blake failed to muffle her snicker at this, and soon all three of the girls were participating in a fit of laughter. Passersby's were just staring at the three in astonishment as the girls made up as quickly as they fought. After their laughter died down, Blake couldn't resist the following remark
"So... did she remember your name?"
Coco smacked her upside the head.
Welp, well that was a chapter. Dw, these three will be interacting with the second half of their cute ships veeerry soon :P just bear with me for a bit ;) Oh and if you didn't know yet, everyone is in their freshman year at Beacon and they're around the ages of 17-18, with Ruby still being about 15.
Until next time,
MediocreWriter.