"Ugh, I just don't get it!"
Blake sighed, looking at the blonde sitting next to her, who was currently knocking her head against the desk. "Alright, again, just watch." Blake went through the process again, slowly, explaining each step to Yang so that she would understand it and they could both go home. As she got to the fourth step, however, she looked up from the paper and glanced at Yang, and noticed her confused expression. She frowned a little, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Yang sighed, "I don't get how you got this," pointing to step one.
Blake started explaining the step in more detail, until she was sure Yang got it. As she did, though, she noticed that Yang would get distracted for a few seconds at times when looking at Blake. Yang was a notorious flirt in school, flirting with every guy and girl she could (Though, to her knowledge, hadn't dated anyone for more than a week). This was especially impressive considering that she had just moved to town in July, and school had only started a few weeks ago.
It seemed, however, that Blake was the exception to this. Whether this was because Yang wasn't attracted to her, or because Blake was her tutor, she couldn't be sure, nor did she care (Though all evidence pointed to the latter). She knew that Yang would stick with a tutor for a few days, then the tutor would request the principal get her someone else out of frustration. Finally, Blake had been chosen. It wasn't that Yang was slacking off in tutoring. She was giving it her best, but needed to learn that it was okay to ask questions.
As Blake finished the explanation to Yang, Yang started nodding. "Okay, I think I get it!"
Blake nodded, and silently wrote up a problem for Yang to solve. "Here you go, demonstrate." Yang surprised her. She had expected Yang to write up the first step, and then they would walk through the others together, but Yang was able to figure the rest out rather quickly.
Blake nodded approvingly. Yang had a problem with the orderly ways things were done. But if you could get her on the right path, Yang would be able to figure it out pretty quickly.
Blake looked up at the clock, and sighed. It was later than she hoped it would be. "Alright, it's late, so, want to call it a day here?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure."
"Alright, good. I'm exhausted." Blake yawned, and stretched. She opened her eyes, and saw that Yang was staring at her chest. Blake frowned and cleared her throat.
Yang blinked and looked up, realizing that she'd been staring. She smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head, "Oh, sorry."
Blake just rolled her eyes. At least she wasn't flirting with her. "Just try not to do it again." As Blake started to get up, she noticed Yang's hand start creeping towards her head, going for her bow. Blake smacked Yang's hand away. Yang seemed to get a bit silly after staying cooped up for so long, and always had a fascination with Blake's bow. It annoyed Blake to no end. "I'm leaving."
Yang giggled a little. "Bye, Bow!"
"Don't call me that."
Blake walked home from school, as they were close together. Her house was one story, built with bricks, with a gray car in the drive way. After going through the door into the living room, she looked down the hall in front, where the bedrooms and bathrooms where, while the dining room was attached to the living room. To the right of the dining room was the kitchen.
As she walked in, she noticed her parents at the dining room table; her father, a man in his mid-forties, with short black hair that was graying and a set of dog ears on his head; and her mother, a woman in her late forties who had greying brown hair with cat ears.
Her father called out, "Ah, Blake! We just started eating a few minutes ago, so there's still plenty left!" gesturing to his plate with food on it.
Blake nodded, setting her bag on the couch, before taking a moment to take off her bow, revealing her own cat ears. Her ears twitched, and she went into the kitchen to get plate.
A few minutes later, she was sitting down, eating with her parents.
Her mother spoke first. "So, Blake, what held you up at school?"
Blake shrugged. "The girl I'm tutoring needed a bit more time to get what I was teaching her."
Her father spoke next. "Hmmm. Tutoring her isn't going to impede your school work or anything right?"
Blake shook her head. "No, dad. I'll be fine. I do my homework and study while she's doing the problems I give her."
He nodded. "Good."
Her mother looked at her. "Anything interesting happen at school today?"
Blake paused for a moment, remembering the new girl spilling milk on the cheer captain, that one red haired cheerleader (Pyrhha, that was her name) trying to get that one blonde guy's attention, and Nora (no one could forget her name) accidentally breaking a vending machine by punching that one quiet boy she always hung around with into it (she claimed it was a playful punch, and from what Blake had seen of her, had to agree).
She shook her head. "No."
A/N: Okay, so chapter 4. I honestly didn't know what to do for this chapter, 'cause I hadn't an idea yet. So after thinking some, I decided I go ahead and get Blake's family life out of the way. Sorry if this isn't up to snuff (It probably isn't). I started writing this at midnight, and I wanted to post it before I left today four hours later (ADHD's a bitch). Anyway, here's hoping that my family reunion goes well today, and that I don't have to talk much. Have a nice day, guys! I'll be home tomorrow.
