Chapter 11

Blake drove home from Weiss's house in complete silence. The only thing that she listened to was her tires moving on the pavement below her. Her heart ached too much to even reach out to turn on the radio.

The brunette knew that she had messed up. She knew that she had made a mistake in choosing to even give Velvet the opportunity to speak to Blake a few hours ago, especially with Weiss standing right there. She ignored Weiss. For about two hours, she chose Velvet over Weiss, and she knew that the heiress would probably never forgive her for it.

Blake honestly didn't mean to hurt Weiss, but when she saw Velvet for the first time in over two years since their tragic break up, Blake didn't know how to react. Velvet was the first and only girl Blake had ever loved. She truly loved Velvet and all she wanted was some type of closure, some type of answer that she didn't get two years ago. Wasn't that fair?

The drive home seemed like it took an eternity. Blake pulled into her driveway and cut her car off. She sat alone in her car for a few minute before she started crying. When the tears started coming, they didn't stop.

A few seconds later Blake's cheeks were damp and cold, and wet small prints started to fall on her jean pants leg. Blake didn't stop her tears, she decided to let it all out before she went inside. She knew if she cried like this in her room, there's a chance her mother might would overhear her.

was a protective mama bear and paid close attention to Blake. She could tell just by the way Blake stood if something was wrong or not. Blake hadn't told her mom about Weiss yet. She knew her goody-two-shoes mother probably wouldn't approve of Blake seeing the Queen of Mean Miss Schnee. Weiss had a reputation, and everyone knew about it. Child, teen, or adult.

Blake let her tears fall rapidly as she sat in her driver's seat. All she had wanted to do tonight was apologize to Weiss and explain herself. She just wanted to make things right…and right now they were so wrong.

Weiss had never looked at Blake so coldly in her life the way she did a few minutes ago. Blake had seen the white-haired girl dish out the cutting look to people in the hallways or at parties, but never was she a victim of the look herself.

Blake took a deep breath and wiped her face dry with her sleeve. She was starting to get cold sitting outside in her car and needed to calm down before she went inside of her house. Blake looked at herself in her mirror and wiped her face dry one last time.

Breathe, Blake. Just make it a few feet without breaking upstairs to your bathroom. That's all. Breathe, she thought.

The black-haired teen took in another deep breath and opened her car door to head inside. Once she opened the front door of her house she heard her mother in the kitchen talking to one of her friends who joined Mrs. Belladonna for dinner.

Good, Blake thought, she's distracted.

Blake quietly made her way upstairs to her bathroom to turn on the shower. She just wanted to drown herself in hot water and scrub off the past twelve hours away.

"Alright, C, I'm ready," Weiss stated, walking back into her room from the bathroom. Coco looked up from her phone and gave the younger white-haired girl a flashing, proud smile, "you definitely do not just look like you just got dumped."

Weiss shot Coco a glare, slightly annoyed that Coco would use those exact words right now. "Oh come on, I didn't mean it like that. You know I just meant you look hot," Coco defended. Weiss brushed it off, "yeah, I guess you're right."

Weiss walked over to the mirror on her dresser and admired herself. She did look hot.

Her snow white-haired girl hair fell straight tonight down her shoulders, back, and chest. The dress she chose was one she wore when she wanted attention. It was grey, short, long-sleeved, and around her upper stomach on both sides were open frames, exposing a small tease of her toned stomach. She knew that she was going to have guys swooning over her tonight. And that's exactly what she wanted.

Coco walked up behind of Weiss, "I am right. Now let's go. It's almost midnight already. The club closes in two hours."

Weiss checked herself out one last time before following Coco out of her room and downstairs. Both of the girl's heels click-clacked on Weiss's floor. Weiss was glad that she had Coco has a best friend. If it wasn't for her, Weiss would still be crying on her bed sobbing the rest of her Saturday night away.

And Weiss Schnee didn't cry over anyone, or waste Saturday night's alone.

Coco led Weiss outside of the Schnee house and out to Coco's car. Once the girls got in, Coco laid down the rules and procedures for the night.

"Remember, I'm not drinking tonight, so I am your driver. You are not to leave the club with anyone but me. If you wonder away, you better come right back to me at two."

Coco started her car and pulled out of Weiss's driveway, starting to head down the road. The older girl kept talking, "I'm going to buy you as many drinks and shots as you want tonight, okay? But once I see you start getting anywhere near out of hand, you're cut off, got it?"

Weiss reached under Coco's passenger seat and grabbed a bottle of dark liquor. She knew Coco had always kept a bottle of something in her car. One day it could be wine, the next Vodka, or the next a bottle of orange juice. Weiss didn't know what it was, but she opened the container and took two gulps out of it. The liquor burned her throat going down, but it was almost refreshing for her to feel anything to burn on her except for her heart.

Weiss took the bottle away from her lips, "you don't have to lecture me, C." Coco sarcastically chuckled as she pulled onto another road, "oh hun, I do. You like to solve problems the complicated way."

Weiss shrugged and she took another swig of the dark liquor. She felt the burning sensation of the liquid again and licked her lips. Alcohol may not solve her problems long-term, but she was going to make sure that it made her forget Blake for the night.

Blake laid awake in bed, unable to close her eyes and drift off into sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Weiss no matter how hard she tried. All she felt was her heart aching at her stupid mistake.

Blake looked at her phone again. It was now 1:27 and time was moving unbelievably slow. Blake tossed back over and let out a sad sigh. All she wanted was to go to sleep and stop thinking about Weiss. Why was this so hard?

Blake nearly jumped when her phone vibrated. She quickly sat up and moved her hand frantically across the bed to find it. No one had texted her all night, and she had wanted no one but Weiss to contact her so badly.

Blake finally pulled her phone out from under her sheets and pressed her home-screen. A disappointed look fell over her face when she saw it wasn't Weiss. Instead it was Pyrrha. Why was Pyrrha texting her at 1:30 in the morning? Blake unlocked her phone and squinted her eyes to look at her bright phone in her dark room.

Are you awake?

Blake quickly typed back,

Yeah, what's wrong?

Blake watched as Pyrrha's little typing dots appeared as Pyrrha was typing her response.

Throw on some jeans and meet me outside of your house in about ten minutes. I'm picking you up. We're going to Light Room.

Blake was confused, Light Room? The club?

The tan girl didn't bother to text Pyrrha back, she just did as told, knowing Pyrrha was probably already on the way. Blake jumped out of bed and slid some jeans over her long legs. She didn't know what Pyrrha's motive was, but she knew there had to be a reason or something.

Blake threw on a black leather jacket over her tank top and quickly ran her fingers through her long, dark hair. Even though she would never admit it, Blake was absolutely beautiful, and she looked stunning just throwing herself together that fast in the dark.

The brunette slid on a pair of combat boots and quietly walked across the hall to her bathroom to brush her teeth. As soon as she was finished, her phone vibrated again and Pyrrha was outside waiting for her.

Ten minutes my ass, more like five, Pyrrha, Blake thought.

Blake tip toed down her stairs and outside to Pyrrha's car. She quietly shut Pyrrha's car door as Pyrrha turned her lights back on when she pulled completely out of Blake's driveway. Blake looked at Pyrrha.

Oddly enough, Blake, Pyrrha, Ruby, and Yang were all used to each other randomly texting them in the middle of the night to meet up or sneak out. They had become pro's at it throughout their high school years. By their senior year, they didn't even have to think twice about getting caught. They had already mastered sneakiness.

"Why are we going to Light Room?" Blake asked. Pyrrha handed Blake her phone as she stayed focused on the road, "go to my Snapchat and look at Coco Adel's story."

Blake unlocked Pyrrha's phone, "who is Coco Adel?" Pyrrha quickly looked at Blake, "Weiss didn't tell you about her?" Blake's heart dropped at hearing Weiss's name. She wasn't prepared to hear it.

"No," Blake softly mumbled. Blake's fingers opened Pyrrha's Snapchat app and found Coco Adel's name under her friends list. "Coco and Weiss are like, best friends. Coco is my sister's age and is actually pretty good friends with her, that's how I know Coco."

Blake pressed Coco's name on Pyrrha's phone and watched Coco's Snapchat story. As soon as she saw Coco she knew who she was. She was the girl who kicked Blake out of Weiss's room tonight.

It started off with her a picture of her and Weiss in a car. From what Blake could tell, both girls were dressed up. Blake stared at Weiss's face on the picture. She had never seen Weiss's hair straight in person before. And God it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

The next story was a video of Weiss taking a shot and giggling after she sat the small shot glass back down on the counter. Weiss grinned and her eyes were big and blue. On the next story, it showed Weiss again, this time she was talking to Coco who was behind of the camera.

Weiss was looking at Coco and smiling, holding a drink in her hand. Blake's eyes scanned Weiss, she looked….hot.

"Are you having a good night,Weiss?" Coco asked.

Weiss drunkenly smiled and slurred back, "I'm having a wonderful night."

Weiss laughed as she took a sip of her drink. Coco held the camera closer to Weiss's face and Blake could see Weiss's cheeks were red and her dimples were sharply out. Even her freckles were popping across of her nose.

The next video played and it was Weiss taking to a few guys. Coco was laughing in the background and the caption was, "Weiss making moves."

Blake felt her stomach drop and she watched as Coco's story ended. Blake dropped Pyrrha's phone in her lap. She felt nauseous watching that. Suddenly she was angry, why was Pyrrha showing her this? Was she taking her to meet Weiss?

"Are we going to Light Room to meet up with Weiss?" Blake questioned. Pyrrha turned onto a street, "yes, we are." Blake felt her head spinning, and she hadn't even drank a drop of alcohol. "I don't want to. Turn around. Take me home, Pyrrha."

Pyrrha stopped at a red light, "is that seriously what you want? You want to just let her walk away from you like that? Blake, you already messed up one time tonight. Don't mess up again by letting her go."

Blake's voice became rattled, "no, Pyrrha, she doesn't want me. I tried seeing her tonight. I showed up at her house and walked into her room and her and Coco kicked me out without letting me even get hardly three words out."

Pyrrha pressed the gas again as the light turned green, "Blakey, Weiss is the type of girl who likes to be chased. I know you don't do that and that's not your style, but if you want this girl like you say you do you have to get over your ego and fight for her."

Blake sat back in Pyrrha's seat. She didn't respond. She just looked out of the window. She didn't know how this was going to go, or how to even approach this situation. Blake just knew that this night could only end really bad or really well.

Weiss stumbled into the arms of a dark purple curly-haired boy. He looked at Weiss with bright green eyes and an even brighter pearly white smile, "well, hello there."

Weiss looked up at the boy. He had an accent. A Southern accent. "You have great teeth for a Sandy Dune boy," the white-haired girl bluntly stated. The boy chuckled, "if that's a compliment, I guess I'll take it. Are you alright?"

Weiss realized that she was holding onto the boy's forearm's for support. She lifted herself off of the boy and stood up straight, "yeah, yeah. I'm fine," she slurred. The boy titled his head and smiled with concern, "are you sure?"

Weiss's blue eyes danced with entertainment, "your accent is to die for." The boy softly laughed, "you, my love, are to die for. May I get your name?" Weiss smiled mischievously at the boy, "Weiss."

The dark purple haired boy stuck out his hand, "Weiss, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Brawnz." Weiss put her hand in Brawnz's to shake it, but Brawnz brought her hand up to his face and planted a soft kiss on her hand.

The white-haired girl smirked, "I bet you do that to all the girls." Brawnz shot back a half smirk, "only to the really pretty one's."

Weiss looked down at Brawnz's lips and back up to his eyes. The look in Weiss's eyes were one's of nothing but bad intentions, and Brawnz knew exactly what the white-haired girl wanted just from the short eye contact.

Brawnz grabbed Weiss's hand and led her through the crowd and to the wall. Weiss drunkenly followed Brawnz, allowing him to pull her through the crowd. Brawnz was very attractive. He was tall, tone, and had a boy-ish smile that no teenage girl could pass up.

When Brawnz reached the wall he pulled Weiss in front of him and against the wall.

"Weiss, you are unbelievably stunning," Brawnz stated, leaning his face closer to Weiss's. He put his hands on her waist and pressed her back into the wall. Weiss's lips curved into a smile, "likewise, Mr. Sandman."

Brawnz smiled, "I would love to show you all of Vacuo." Weiss smirked and leaned closer to Brawnz, "why don't you give me a taste of it right now?"

A player boy smile crossed Brawnz's lips as he leaned closer to Weiss's lips.

Weiss closed her eyes and leaned forward.

She felt Brawnz suddenly off of her hips and Weiss flung her eyes open. No longer was Brawnz in front of her, but instead it was Blake.

"Blake?!" Weiss nearly shouted. Blake's face was tight and her jaw was clenching so hard that Weiss thought Blake's jaw was about to lock together. Even though Blake looked mad as fire, Weiss couldn't help but to notice how attractive Blake was when she was pissed.

Weiss noticed herself staring at Blake's jaw. Damn.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Weiss asked again, tearing her eyes from Blake's clenched jaw and back to her eyes. "No, what the hell are you doing?" Blake snapped back. Brawnz walked back over to Weiss and slid his arm around Weiss's waist, "what in bloody hell is going on here?"

"Nothing," Weiss said, not taking her eyes off of Blake, "nothing is going on here. Let's go, Brawnz." Blake reached out to grab Weiss's hand, "nothing? Is that what I am now to you?" Weiss scowled at Blake, "sucks when you're on the other side of it, doesn't it?"

Weiss snatched her arm away from Blake. Blake loudly groaned, "dammit, Weiss! Why are you making this so difficult?" Weiss kept her eyes blazing into Blake's, not giving up her mean glare, "you did this. You chose this. Don't be mad at me because I'm not moping around over you. You may have been a player, Blake, but don't forget who I am either."

Weiss grabbed Brawnz's hand, "you weren't the only one who is heartless. Don't play games with a girl who can play them better." Blake's eyes started to water and she didn't know if it was from frustration, the words coming from Weiss's mouth, or seeing Weiss hold someone else's hand.

"I wasn't playing games with you, Weiss. I chose you. I fucked up, okay? And I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. But I realized I messed up only thirty minutes into conversation with Velvet. She's not you, Weiss. She's my past. I loved her but I don't anymore. It's you, Weiss. It's been you since I've met you." Blake's voice sounded strangled with pain and sounded like at any moment she could just break down into tears.

Weiss heard all of Blake's words. It took everything inside of her not to pounce on the brunette and throw her lips on hers. A big part of her wanted to go home with Blake and feel Blake's lips and hands on her all night, but she knew that she couldn't forgive Blake that easily. Blake hurt her. She really hurt her.

Weiss kept her poker face hard. This wasn't Weiss talking to Blake, this was Weiss Schnee. Weiss let go of Brawnz's hand and stepped closer to Blake.

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. You can go fuck Velvet for all I care, because I don't care anymore. I like boys, Blake. You were fun while it lasted."

Weiss said the words so harsh and strong, but she knew that it was a lie. It was all a lie. But she made it sound real. She made it sound like the truth, and that was exactly what she wanted to do.

A tear fell down Blake's face, but unlike earlier in Weiss's room, this time they didn't stop. They fell like a waterfall. Weiss could see Blake's lower lip barely trembling. She knew her words cut deep into Blake, and she felt awful for it. But she didn't dare change her expression.

"If you really mean that, go home with him tonight," Blake shakily said. Weiss forced a pure devilish smile as she turned to Brawnz, grabbed his hand, and walked away from Blake, leaving the brunette with weak legs and a wet face.