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Weiss sighed as she made her way into school the next morning. Breakfast that morning had been quiet as usual. Weiss had expected Blake to be in a more talkative mood than the day before, but the brunette simply read one of her books as she ate, leaving Weiss to stew in her perceived unfairness of the buddy she was given. Even now, Blake simply read as she walked, not paying attention to anything, yet somehow managing to weave between the students easily.
Weiss stopped at her locker and opened it to retrieve her textbooks for her first few classes. Casting a sideways glance to Blake, Weiss sighed and rolled her eyes. Turning to the brunette, she cleared her throat, waiting for Blake to face her. Amber eyes alighted on her curiously and Weiss took a moment. Remembering Ruby's advice from the day before, she took a breath.
"Would you like to put your textbooks in my locker?"
Blake cocked her head, eyes widening slightly at the use of her native tongue. Glancing to her bag, she slowly nodded. "Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you for the offer."
Weiss stepped back and allowed Blake to neatly place her books alongside Weiss' own. Once she had the books needed for the first few classes, Blake turned to Weiss expectantly. It was the first time Weiss didn't see Blake with a book in front of her face and it was slightly awkward trying to find something to say. Luckily two blurs appeared before things became too uncomfortable.
"Good morning, Weiss!" Ruby chirped, opening her locker next to Weiss'. "Hey, Blake!"
Weiss and Blake both nodded to her and Yang eyed them curiously. "So, what did you two do after school yesterday?"
Almost immediately, Blake took out one of her ever present books while Weiss replied, "Study."
"Weiss!" Ruby scolded. "You're supposed to spend time together! You know, get to know each other!"
Weiss glanced at Blake and the brunette shot her a sidelong look. Both turned to Ruby and shook their heads. The little powerhouse pouted and Yang piped up. "Why don't we trade buddies?" she asked slowly, glancing between Pyrrha and Blake. "Just for today, Ruby and I can show Blake the ropes and Pyrrha can spend time with you, Weiss. It shouldn't be too bad since most of our classes are with each other, but it would be better for our buddies to get to know new people…"
Weiss tapped her chin for a moment before turning to Blake. "Is that alright with you, Blake?"
The bookworm switched her gaze between the eager faces of Yang and Ruby and Weiss' curious expression. "If it… is no problem with P-Pyrrha."
"This should be grand!" the athlete beamed, sending them all smiles.
"Alright then!" Ruby cheered. "Come on, Blake! Yang has to go meet some of the members of the football team, so we're going to be with her. Pyrrha, stay close to Weiss, alright?"
"Deal." Pyrrha agreed, turning to the heiress.
Weiss stared up at Pyrrha for a moment, noting just how… tall the athlete was. Pyrrha was at least six feet tall to her own meek five-two. The redhead cocked her head and bent slightly so that she was eye level with the heiress. "You don't like things that don't go your way?" she asked softly, her expression softer and more serious than before.
"E-excuse me?" Weiss sputtered.
"You don't like when things don't go your way." Pyrrha repeated. "You like when things are planned out and if they don't go as expected… you are lost."
Weiss ducked her head, a fierce blush coming to her cheeks. "I just… would rather have someone I can hold a proper conversation with and doesn't have their nose buried in a book all day."
Pyrrha nodded and sighed, straightening up. "I must admit that even I'm a bit nervous to be here."
Weiss turned to her in shock. "You are? But you seem so calm…"
Pyrrha giggled and explained, "I am curious about this country and the many wonders it may hold. At the same time, I am nervous and afraid because I have heard of the crime levels in this country as well and it frightens me that something may happen to me. I am looking on the bright side so as not to work myself into a nervous panic."
Weiss stared at her. Pyrrha's words hit home. That must be how all of the foreign students feel. The heiress thought. They're nervous and afraid and they don't know what to feel or what to do. Most of them probably don't even know the most recent customs, since they're always changing so quickly. Weiss thought of Blake and her refusal to speak. She must be… really scared. She's probably afraid people will laugh at her if she gets something wrong.
Weiss sighed and Pyrrha eyed her curiously. "I've been a real moron." Weiss chuckled softly.
"Well, there is always time to fix that." Pyrrha shrugged, not quite understanding.
"Too true." Weiss agreed. As she and Pyrrha turned, they both bumped into someone. The boy fell backwards, but Pyrrha reached out quickly and steadied him.
"Zank you." Weiss jerked slightly at the accent and looked up to find the boy from yesterday looking between them nervously.
"You're one of the transfer students, right?" she asked slowly.
"Jaune Arc." The boy said, holding out his hand. "I'm from France."
"Pleasure to meet you, Jaune." Pyrrha took his hand. "Pyrrha Nikos, from Greece."
"Where are your buddies?" Jaune cocked his head, looking around for the unforgettable pair.
"I'm with one of their friends for the moment. They thought it would be a good way for me, as a transfer, to meet new people."
"Ah." The blonde nodded. "Do you mind if I join you? My buddy is sick today…"
"Who was your partner?" Weiss asked, the trio beginning to walk again.
"Uh, Snowe. Snowe White."
"Yeah, I heard that she got sick yesterday." The whitette nodded. "Something to do with the apple pie."
"Oui." Jaune sighed. "She said she didn't want to keep me at home with her seven little brothers, so she told me to have fun here."
"Well, if it's no trouble to Weiss, you can spend the day with us until it's time for you to go home." Pyrrha suggested, glancing to Weiss hopefully.
"I don't see why not." Weiss shrugged.
The trio began making their way to class as Weiss usually enjoyed being early. Meanwhile, Blake was listening bemusedly to Ruby talk about the clubs she and Yang were part of. "And even though Yang's the football captain, she's also part of the dueling club. They use cards to act as if their monsters are going to come alive and battle each other. So far, Yang's the renowned champion and has been since her freshman year."
"Zat is very… interesting." Blake murmured, shooting a glance at Yang. "It must have taken a lot of skulls to get so good."
"Skill." Ruby corrected her gently. "A skull is the bone structure protecting your brain."
Blake's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but Yang put a hand on her shoulder. "It's an honest mistake, Blake. No worries."
Glancing from Ruby's encouraging smile to Yang's, Blake took a deep breath and nodded, following the two sisters as Yang broke away frequently to go over game plans with some of her teammates. Ruby turned to Blake after a few moments and asked, "Would you like to accompany us to practice this afternoon? Weiss should be there since she's cheerleading co-captain."
"I've never watched cheerleading before." Blake murmured. "I s-suppose it could be fun."
"Great!" Ruby chirped, glancing at her watch. "Oh! We should hurry or we'll be late to class. Come on, Yang's fast so she'll catch up."
Blake gasped as Ruby took her arm and dashed through the crowds. Blake couldn't keep up and her hand slipped from Ruby's causing her to faceplant into someone. Backing away a step, Blake lifted her head to apologize, only to frown and narrow her eyes in disgust.
"Gaston." She snarled.
"Why hello, Blake." Gaston snickered, his English much better than hers as he smirked down at her. "Long time no see. I take it you still have that disgusting deformity?"
"My… anatomy is none of your business!" Blake huffed, crossing her arms as she glared up at the muscular boy.
"Isn't it?" Gaston leaned closer, wiggling his eyebrows. "I could teach you how to use it to your advantage, Blake. Think of all the girls that would clamor to see such a fine piece of work that you have. It's almost as astonishing as my own, you know."
"Gaston, I've seen yours." Blake snorted. "Lefou 'ad a better one zan yours and 'e didn't eat almost, er, n-nearly as many eggs when we were younger."
"Regardless." Gaston waved his hand. "It keeps the girls happy, Blake. Just give me a call if you need some tips. I'm already starting to work the moves on my own buddies." With a wink, he disappeared and Blake huffed, glancing around for Ruby. The little redhead was nowhere in sight and the brunette was surrounded by nothing but strangers.
Blake looked around helplessly, her throat tightening in fear as she took in all of the unfamiliar faces. She couldn't just go up to someone. What if they laughed at her for not knowing? What if they laughed at her accent? What if they tried to take advantage of her as a joke? The air seemed to get thinner the more Blake looked around for anyone familiar and she started with a slight cry when a hand touched her arm. Whirling around, the French girl released a hard breath of relief to see a concerned Ruby standing before her.
"Blake?" Ruby asked slowly, noting the other girl's shaking form. "Is everything okay?"
Blake took several deep breaths before nodding. "I… I am not regular with zis place. I… it frightens me a-a little bit."
"Familiar." Ruby told her calmly, taking her hands. "You're not familiar with this place. And I'm so sorry, Blake. I didn't notice that I'd lost you so I came back looking. Did anyone do anything? Was anyone mean to you? I'll get Yang to take care of them…"
"Non!" Blake exclaimed. "Non. I just raced, er, ran? Ran into another exchange student and we had a talk before I lost you."
"Sorry." Ruby chuckled meekly, taking Blake's hand and proceeding at a slower pace. They made it into the classroom just as the bell was ringing and hurried to their seats as Mr. Port strode in. Ruby took her usual seat beside Weiss as Blake headed to the back of the room.
"Where were you?" Weiss hissed to Ruby so as to not get caught.
"I lost Blake and had to go back to find her." Ruby told her sheepishly. Weiss' eyes narrowed and she shot a glance back at her buddy, who was now sufficiently submerged behind a book as the literature teacher continued with his story about something to do with his childhood while he was learning things involving writing. The whitette turned back to face the front for a moment before turning to Ruby once more.
"Is there practice tonight?"
"Yeah, I told Blake she could come since you'd be there. You're bringing Pyrrha, right?"
"Yeah, and she made a new friend, so we're probably going to bring him along too."
Ruby's eyes lit up proudly. "Weiss, that's great!" she whisper-squealed. "I'm so happy you're helping her. Blake met another exchange student and spoke to him as well before I found her again. Maybe we can all convene sometime later, maybe at lunch, and hang out?"
"Sounds reasonable." Weiss nodded.
The pair hurriedly turned back to the front in order to not get caught talking in class since Mr. Port's detentions consisted of him starting the entire story over from the beginning, just for the student. Meanwhile, over in Ms. Peach's class, Cardin was practically boiling. He had listened to the chatterbox's rambles about sloths and pancakes all night and now had to hear more during the school day. Even worse, he wasn't even able to start the day off with a glimpse of the two hotties he had set his sights on because they were in a different class.
Ugh, this day is going to suck so bad. He grumbled to himself, copying down the correct conjugations of the Spanish word 'prestar'. I just want a chance to ogle some hot chicks, is that too much to ask? Sneaking a glance to where Nora was also copying down the conjugations, Cardin rolled his eyes. Apparently, it is too much to ask. Well, at least I can get a small escape from this nutcase when practice comes around.
Throughout the rest of the day, Cardin wondered about which technique he should use on the French brunette with the Ice Princess. He knew she was most likely a shy one, so he probably should act like the nice jock helping people out. She wouldn't know the difference since she'd never met him before. This will be easy. He sneered to himself. By the time she realizes anything, I'll have hit that four times over.
Things are about to get juicy. You'll understand what I mean when I get the next chapter up. Drop me a review and tell me what you think of this chapter, alright?