Chapter 12
Weiss's eyes started to fluttered open and sunlight hit them through a window. She moved from the beam of light and opened her eyes to find herself alone in her bed. Her blue eyes scanned the sheet and there was a note on the other side of the bed, sitting above the comforter. The heiress reached out and grabbed it.
"Call me when you wake up in the morning so you can know what happened tonight. Btw, you are SUCH an annoying little shit when you're drunk. But I still love you I guess" - C.
Weiss put the note back on her bed and looked around in her bed sheets to find her phone.
When she found it under her pillow, she pressed the home screen button to find multiple text messages that were left for her while she was sleeping.
Five were from Brawnz 'Sandy' Ni.
"This is Brawnz that you just met at Light Room. Come to my hotel for the night?"
"It was such a pleasure to meet you tonight, Weiss. You are all I can think about."
"I wish I could have been able to kiss you goodnight, but if you come over I will be sure to make that up to you, love."
"I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
"300 Silver Street, Getaway Seasons hotel is the address. Room 1412. I may fall asleep. I'll leave you a key outside of the door. I hope to see you soon, beauty."
Weiss groaned and exited out of the messages. Flashes of memories of Brawnz crossed her mind. She knew that she shouldn't have bothered with the Southern guy. He did seem like a sweet guy, and all Weiss wanted to do was use him last night as a rebound to forget about Blake.
'Blake', Weiss thought.
Quickly thoughts of Blake flooded Weiss's mind. She saw the brunette last night. Weiss's stomach felt weak as thoughts of Blake traced through her mind. Weiss tried to distract herself and decided to read her other unread texts before her Blake feelings swallowed her whole.
The next messages were from Coco.
"Don't forget to call me when you wake up in the morning so I can fill you in on everything that happened last night. I left a note on your bed."
"Btw, have I mentioned how STUBBORN you are when you're drunk?"
"And don't text Brawnz back. I think he actually likes you and wants to seriously take you out, not just fuck around with. You know you shouldn't do that to him. Normally I wouldn't care, but this guy was actually cute and sweet, so don't hurt him."
"Oh, and speaking of hurt, you really hurt Blake tonight.. I know you, and I know that you have a "act-hard" personality, but I know it's a front when it comes to her. Call me ASAP when you wake up."
The white-haired exited out of those messages, feeling near sick at the thought of Blake again. She hurt Blake? Badly?
Continued to read the next few were from a few guys texting Weiss to hit on her or text her asking if she wanted their company. Ew, God, fuck off, Weiss thought.
Weiss didn't even notice the time on her phone. It was already 11:33. She had slept through basically the entire morning. Going back to Coco's messages, rereading the last one.
What happened last night that was so bad, the frosty thought. Weiss quickly called Coco to get answers. Weiss didn't like when she had forgotten anything or when she didn't know something. Especially when it concerned her…or Blake.
Coco answered on the second ring, "finally you're up." Weiss didn't hesitate to jump straight into conversation, "what happened with Blake last night?" The Ice Queen heard Coco sigh on the other end of the phone, "you kind've hurt her."
Weiss sat up straight in her bed, "how? What did I do?"
"You really don't remember?"
Weiss became impatient, "Coco, obviously not, tell me."
Weiss brought her knees up to her to her chest waiting for Coco to explain, "you made Blake believe you were going home with a guy last night." Weiss put her hand up to her face, "oh my God, I remember now."
Weiss's mind flashed back to a few hours ago, standing in front of a trouble Blake with tears running down her face.
"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."
She cringed at the words she shot at Blake.
It was heartless, completely heartless, and all a lie. Weiss wanted to self indulge herself in Blake's words, and the thought of her touching Velvet or anyone else made her feel physically sick. Blake wasn't some kind of experiment for Weiss, she was something real. Something she had never experienced before.
Weiss knew she had to apologize to Blake. Blake had hurt her first, and she hurt her pretty badly, but Weiss knew now that she too had messed up. Blake didn't purposely try to hurt Weiss, but Weiss purposely tried to hurt Blake.
"Hello? Weiss?" Coco said repeatedly through the phone. Weiss snapped back into present time, "yeah, sorry, I-I need to go, C. I'll call you back later."
Weiss hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. She jumped out from under the streets and headed down the hallway to her bedroom to shower.
Blake took a sip out of her coffee mug and sat down at the counter in her kitchen. A hand swept across Blake's back softly, turned her head to look behind of her. No one was there and Blake turned her head back forward to see a blonde standing in front of her.
"You are so sneaky," Blake smiled in her coffee mug while taking a sip. The blonde grabbed the coffee pot and poured herself a cup, "I learned from you."
Blake playfully rolled her eyes at the blonde standing in front of her. Her hair was damp from using Blake's shower just a few minutes ago. "What are your plans for the day?" the blonde asked, making conversation. Blake tossed her long dark hair over her shoulders, "relaxing, laying down, laying down under you.."
The blonde laughed, "you haven't changed a bit." Blake's lips pulled into a small smile, "I'm going to shower." Blake sat her coffee mug down and stood up from the bar stool. The blonde walked over to the counter and stood in front of Blake, wrapping her arms around Blake's waist, "don't take too long."
Blake pressed a small kiss to the blonde's cheek, "I'll try." The blonde let go of Blake's waist and turned back to the kitchen counter to continuing fixing her coffee. She watched Blake walk out of the kitchen and turn in the living room to walk up the stairs.
As much as she knew she shouldn't be around Blake, when Blake called her, she knew she couldn't help herself. She always had crushes on Blake throughout the past year. It was hard not to crush on Blake.
Blake was absolutely stunning. Physically flawless. Her charm was undeniable and she knew exactly what to say, when to say it. Blake could pull you in before you realized it, and she had that power over multiple girls.
The blonde's thoughts were broken when there was a knock at Blake's door. She heard the shower running and decided to answer the door herself.
The girl made her way to Blake's front door and opened it. She looked up and down at the girl standing in front of her. She instantly knew who she was. Everyone in Beacon knew who this girl was. But why was she at Blake's door?
"Hi, can I help you?"
"Who are you?" Weiss replied back, looking the girl up and down who was standing inside of Blake's house. The girl favored Weiss. Blonde hair, blue eyes…this girl just happened to be bit taller than Weiss.
"Bree," the blonde standing inside of Blake's house said. Weiss felt her stomach drop for some reason. This didn't feel right. Weiss had never seen this girl with Blake before.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Bree stated, looking at Weiss with curiosity. Weiss looked back up at Bree, "where is Blake?" Weiss noticed that Bree's hair was damp and she was wearing a Beacon High School Track Team t-shirt.
There was no way this girl was on the track team. Weiss knew every athlete at Beacon High. Suddenly Weiss's stomach felt like it dropped even lower. This was Blake's shirt. Her wet hair, Blake's t-shirt…she stayed the night at Blake's last night.
"Blake's in the shower," Bree said, "do you want me to tell her you stopped by?" Weiss's hands started to shake at the thought of what happened between Bree and Blake last night. She quickly scanned Bree's neck for any signs of hickies.
"Uh, hello?" Bree stated. Weiss looked back to Bree's eyes, "uh—no. Actually never mind."
Bree titled her head at Weiss in confusion, "okay?" Weiss felt sick to her stomach. Blake slept with another girl last night.
She turned to leave, and then turned back to Bree, she couldn't stop herself from letting the words slip, "actually, hun, do me a favor and tell Blake that she downgraded, would you?"
Bree's mouth dropped, "excuse me?" A mischievous smile spread across Weiss's lips. The smile she used when she was about to attack and kill on her prey. "She'll know what I'm talking about. No worries, sweetheart."
An uneasy feeling went through Bree's body as she looked at Weiss. Did Weiss Schnee and Blake have a thing?
Bree immediately felt insecure looking upon Weiss. There was no way she could compete with the youngest Schnee. She was Weiss Schnee. If Blake hooked up with that, Bree felt that there was no way in hell she could hold a flame. Bree quickly shut the front door, looking puzzled.
Weiss felt pleased with herself for a few seconds. She knew Bree now knew about her and Blake just from reading it on her face. But then reality set in. Bree was still the girl wearing Blake's clothes and standing inside of her house, while Weiss was the girl on the outside, feeling as if her heart had been ripped into two halves.
Blake plunged herself on Yang's bed and groaned.
"The past twenty-four hours has been entertaining," Yang blandly stated. Blake propped her head up on her hand, "maybe for you, but for me it's been hell."
"I tried to tell you to make the right decision twenty-four hours ago! You started this mess," Yang unapologetically commented. Blake rolled her eyes. Yang was right. Blake's decision to speak with Velvet alone and ignore Weiss is what started everything.
"So Bree really left because she found out about Weiss?" Yang asked, rumbling through her nail polish bin. Blake played with the design on Yang's comforter, "yeah. She said that she couldn't compete with Weiss. What the hell does that even mean? I didn't bring her up."
"Well when Weiss shows up at your house and intimidates the girl shitless, of course she's going to believe she can't compete with her. Blakey, you know Weiss's reputation and status across this damn town. She has a name for herself, and no girl wants to compete with that," Yang replied.
Blake let out a small sigh in frustration, "I wasn't asking her to compete with Weiss." Yang looked up at Blake and raised an eyebrow, "seriously? Blakey, you used her last night to try to fill the void Weiss put in you. That is what you call a rebound."
Blake fell back flat on Yang's bed, "I didn't even mean to." Yang picked out a scarlet red nail polish and put her bin away, "oh please, yes you did. You knew what you were doing when you called her up."
Blake picked up her head and looked at the blonde across the room, "thanks, you make me sound like a douchebag." Yang shrugged, "you kinda are to girls. Hate to say it, but Player Blakey is back and now in action."
Blake flipped her hair over to one side with her fingers, "Player Blakey is not back.. or doesn't even exist.. shut up."
Yang got up and walked over to her bed, "whatever you say, but she does exist. And she's now back because she got her little heart-broken." Blake softly shoved Yang, "you can be so insensitive sometimes."
Yang shrugged, "sorry, but I don't feel bad for you if you're just going to keep this cycle of 'who can hurt who the most' going with Weiss. You like her, she likes you, and both of you are handling your pain the wrong way. Both of you need to get over your stupid big egos, and either talk it out and be together or let each other go."
The brunette was shocked at Yang's words. First because Yang had hated Weiss so strongly in the past, and second because of the quality advice Yang just had given.
"She hooked up with someone last night," Blake softly replied, "she went home with a guy." Yang could hear the pain in Blake's voice, saying the words out loud. "Do you know that for sure?" Yang asked.
Blake nodded, "she chose him over me." Yang frowned, "that just doesn't sound right. Weiss liked you too much, Blakey. She told me she wouldn't—," Yang paused, remembering her conversation with Weiss a few days ago. "Just please talk to her, okay?" Yang finished.
Blake didn't understand why Yang was defending Weiss. In fact it kind of made her upset that her best friend was on the side of the girl who had hurt Blake. The brunette tried to push Weiss out of her head. She was absolutely positive that Weiss had hooked up with the Southern guy. Yang wasn't there when Weiss took his hand and led him out of the club.
The memory of the scene sent an unwanted pain through Blake's body. She grabbed her phone and went through her contacts. Player Blakey was back in action.
