Hey guys! [thegirlfriendoftheauthor] here. My boyfriend has allowed me to write this particular chapter as he has been busy with his job. It's not easy being an educator. Since he doesn't mind (I mean this is an anthology, by the way), I will write on his behalf. For the record, for those concerned about our part ones, when we get to part two, you will know. Not to be rude, but please be patient. I mean, it's just fan fiction. If you don't like our process or this anthology, then please feel free to check out other stories. We won't get offended. Anyway, enough with the little tangent, I hope you enjoy this story. I wrote this on Valentine's Day, but have been out of town and didn't have a place to upload. Enjoy!


It was a cold day in February. Valentine's Day to be exact. Situated under a sycamore tree behind the school gymnasium was where Jaune Arc told Ruby Rose that he wouldn't accept her invitation of being her valentine.

"You...you won't be my boyfriend?" The eyes of a brokenhearted teen was present. What showed light cascaded in a hollow tint. Her hand rattled, displaying the letter that she had painstakingly written with love and affection. A letter that she had spent the night written through the writer's block Hell filled with torn sheets, sweat, frustration, tears, and overall, cramped hands. A letter that she had hoped to deliver to him the following day when they were alone for practice.

She spat the words too soon. Knowing that the letter should have been the invitation, but the blonde was like chocolate to the teen. Everyone wanted a piece of him. She stood in the silent, still echoing the words of Jaune's refusal.

The blonde rested his head to his chest. It wasn't an easy decision for him as well. The wind began to pick up, sending shivers to him. He nestled his hands in his coat for warmth. He swallowed nothing, standing firm as he watched the color drained from her once flushed cheeks.

"My refusal has nothing to do with you, Ruby." His response was soft. Even as his voice rattled, that wouldn't be enough to compensate. "You are a wonderful person. Hell, a ladies' lady. You are an awesome wonder and to be with you is such an honor."

She bit into her tender lips. She wanted to feel something other than pain. It was more of a raw feeling, hitting her to the pit of her stomach. "Jauney, I love you. I want you to be with me. What more can I be for you to understand that?" Her response was frail, but not weak. She wanted certainty, some concrete and absolute. "I do so much to display my affection. I've studied with you. I've cooked for you. I've defended you on numerous occasions after taking risk with myself. I have stood in the line of fire for you. I love you, Jaune."

"And I love you as well, Ruby," explained the blonde. "However, my love for you isn't like that."

"Is there another?"

Jaune went blink. The moment she asked that question, the wind went silent. It was like a vacuum sucking away any source of noise. Her eyes continued to fade as the letter became crumpled under her grasp. "Is there another, Jaune?"

"No, there isn't," replied Jaune. "I'm just not ready to be in a committed relationship."

Her fingers ascended to her head. She watched cautiously at the blonde. As if his answer wasn't good enough. "You don't want to be in a relationship? Is that what you are telling me?"

"Ruby, it is just...it is just...look I am sorry." He didn't want to explain any further. He wanted to leave. He motioned to Ruby a farewell as he departed.

A grasping hand wrapped around his arm.

"For sure."

He blinked to Ruby once more. He felt the intensity of her grip. Her nails dug into the skin. A cackle was released from her voice. "For sure."

"Ruby, what are you implying?"

Jaune watched as Ruby displayed a Cheshire Cat grin on her face, which displayed all of her teeth. She snickered to the point where it became sickening to the blonde. Jaune watched as she displayed a knife from her pocket.

Where in the hell did she pocketed a knife.

"Ruby!" The blonde panicked. "Let's not get drastic."

"I am going to make you mine for sure." Ruby reached for the knife and struck it into his chest.

Jaune screamed as he grabbed hold to his chest.

The knife wasn't there.

He wasn't standing behind the school gymnasium.

He touched his chest, still trying to see if there was a wound. There was nothing there. He looked to realize that he was lying in bed. He was in his dorm. He saw the silhouettes of the rain performing its dance of the night. His breathing was rampant. He tried calming his nerves.

It's a dream. It's only a dream.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he reached for the glass of water by his nightstand. He ingested quickly as if that would be his last drink of water in the world. He drained the glass and put it back by his nightstand. He looked to the clock. It was a few minutes after three in the morning.

Valentine's Day.

This was the eighth nightmare of his recurring dream of Ruby stabbing him. She displayed anger. The blood curdling scream she made after his refusal of being her valentine. It was always right into his chest, where his heart resides. The dreams resulted the same way, looking into the eyes of his killer. She spewed the same words, giving herself a sickening grin each and every time.

I am going to make you mine for sure.

He pulled his knees to his chest, displaying the frustration that he was having of his friend. He had always cared for his friend and partner Ruby.

He just didn't have feelings for her.

He didn't have feelings for anybody.

It was a year ago on Valentine's Day when he had made his confession to his professor Glynda Goodwitch. However, the response was met with certain disdain, which he doesn't want to discuss. The refusal made go into a journey which resulted on his commitment of remaining single. Since then, the blonde didn't put any effort in dating. He wanted to focus on his dream of becoming the best huntsman.

A decision he was grateful for if it weren't for Professor Goodwitch, he would have never be in his current position.

The remainder of the night went without incident for he didn't return to sleep. The rest of the night was spent reading and catching up on overdue homework. Once morning arrived, he decided to get an early head start to get some breakfast.

The smell of waffles and bacon were looming from the cafeteria. Oum was on his side as he was craving for the breakfast. He was excited that he was on time to receive it before the late morning rush. He brushed past the doors to enter the cafeteria when suddenly he saw the very thing that was causing his nightmares.

The redhead was reading a book as she was taking bites of her scrambled eggs. She took a glance before gleefully waving at the blonde.

"Umm," she said as she swallowed her breakfast. "Good morning, Jaune." She lowered her eyebrows. "Didn't think you were capable enough of being an early riser."

Jaune smiled, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, couldn't sleep. So, why not get an early start."

She nodded her head. "Good thing too for this breakfast is to die for. They are even doing heart-shaped waffles."

"Oh," responded Jaune flatly. "It's Valentine's Day, isn't it."

Ruby took another bite of her eggs before responding. "Sure is. Happy Valentine's Day by the way." It was causal, not threatening as she was in her dream.

"Same to you, Ruby," replied Jaune. He excused himself from Ruby as he went to get himself some breakfast.

A few moments later, Jaune returned with a plateful of waffles, scrambled eggs, and bacon. A breakfast that fitted for a king. He sat across from Ruby as she made room for the blonde. He barely took a bite before Ruby spoke.

"Any hopes of catching a Valentine this year?" She asked as she was swaying her fork. "There has to be girls lining up for you this year."

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Honestly, I didn't give this day a thought until you had mentioned it."

"Aw, c'mon, Jauney. This is a day where Cupid points arrows to make destiny to loved ones."

Jaune swallowed a mouthful of waffles. "More like putting a dent in your wallet."

"I don't think like that. I think of it as a romantic gesture to show your love."

"Then why not do it on the thirteenth or the fifteenth? Hell, even on March 30th?"

"God, you are sounding like a cynic," she said while laughing. "No wonder you don't have a Valentine."

Jaune responded to the laughter. "I am not, Ruby. I am just not interested in this particular holiday." He took a breath. "Plus, I have other things to focus on. Like…."

"I know, I know, Jaune. Becoming the best huntsman I can be. At some point women have to take place in there, am I right?"

Jaune responded by flicking on her forehead.

"Oww," she said. "What was that for?"

Jaune picked up the book in question. He should have known it was a romantic book.

"You really have to quit getting your sister's romance novels. All of that is pure fantasy."

She rubbed her sore spot. "Well, some of us do believe in love."

"I am not against it, Rubes. I just don't let it be the highpoint of my life as of now. I am seventeen. I have plenty of time."

She spat through her teeth. "If you say so, Mr. Curmudgeon."

Jaune confirmed it by taking her glass of her orange juice.

"Hey," she scoffed. "That was my glass!"

"A full day supply of vitamin C," he said while smiling. "Just look at it as an indirect kiss from those mangas of yours." He stood up from his chair. "I go and get you another glass. I will be back."

Ruby watched as Jaune walked away to get her juice. She then turned back to the table.

You...you won't be my boyfriend?

"So, it has been a year since that day." She rested her eyes on the table. "It's good that he doesn't remember."

She reached into her backpack where she pulled out a vial. She read the label quietly.

Crystallized black widow powder

She was careful to measure the dose correctly. She needed enough to put him in a catatonic state. She knew the potion was odorless and tasteless, so it was no problem as she used his fork to blend it in his scrambled eggs. She poured a little on his pancakes and used the syrup to hide the powder. If Jaune would look at his eggs, he would have mistakenly assumed it to be pepper.

The powder will take effect about an hour after consumption. We have free period today. So, when we have practice, I will have alone time with him. This year, what I am going to do is meaningful and loving.

"I am going to make you mine for sure," she exclaimed under her breath.

She retreated quickly when hearing his voice, concealing the vial in her pocket. She saw Jaune slide the glass to the table.

"Freshly squeezed for the lady," said Jaune as he returned to his seat.

"Why, thank you," she said gratefully as she consumed the orange juice. She placed her lips where Jaune left his lip print. She watched as Jaune returned to his food, scarfing the eggs like it was no tomorrow. She released a sigh as she finished her juice.

It was the best drink she had ever tasted.