A/N: Dear lord it has been a hot minute since I last uploaded! I've been hella busy with this thing called- oh, what was it?- oh that's right. Life.

I'm joking, of course, but seriously guys, I din't realise we have assessments due all the freaking time. Add a part-time job, and you're looking at little to no writing time. And most of that is taken up with a novel I'm writing (trying to write at any rate) so uploading is really hard. But I'm trying my best not to abandon! I want to finish this story! This isn't going away any time soon! Without further ado, enjoy!

Discalimer: I don't own RWBY and the other stuff yaddayadda

She sat up, her head pounding. She was on the couch, a blanket tossed over her. The early noon sun was blinding. "Yang?" she croaked out.

Yang popped her head out of the kitchen. "Finally awake, sleeping beauty?"

Weiss lifted her hand to her eyes. "Could you maybe not speak so loudly?"

The blonde tipped herself onto the end of the couch, bouncing Weiss around. "First hangover?"

"I have literally never felt more like dying in my entire life."

Yang smiled parentally. "I remember my first hangover too." It was hard to believe Yang had drunk as much as- no, more than- her last night. She looked flawless as always. "Water?" She handed Weiss a glass and two aspirin pills.

Weiss took a sip. It wasn't water. It was vodka. "Yang!"

Yang chuckled. "Okay! Chill."

"You're such an ass."

Yang feigned shock. "Princess! Don't curse like a plebeian!"

Weiss swatted her. "Water, pleeeease. I honestly feel like I'm going to shrivel up and die."

Yang bounded to the kitchen and returned with the non-offensive beverage. She offered it to Weiss, who threw it back like it was beer. "I'll cook you something greasy and get you some coffee. It'll help the hangover."

Weiss groaned. "Food sounds like a terrible idea."

"Trust me. Hangover food is the best."

Weiss pulled her phone out of her overnight bag as Yang went back to the kitchen. She smelled bacon and eggs. Gross. She scrolled through her messages- a few calls from her father's assistant, one call from her sister, a few Facebook messages- nothing out of the ordinary. Except for a private message on her messenger app.

She opened the message, accepting the request. Whoever it was, they didn't use their real name or pic. But they had sent a video- of a group of misfit teens throwing eggs at a house, stumbling around drunk in the dark.

Someone had filmed them last night.

She clicked on the person's icon and opened their Facebook page.

"BEACON EYES" blared the name. it wasn't a person. It was a page. Oh. She'd heard about this page before. It was the gossip source of Beacon Academy- people sent in gossip, videos, photos- whatever got a reaction out of people. Rumour had it even the teachers followed the page. Of course, it was all anonymous. They only named-and-shamed the people in the posts.

She scrolled down- please don't let that video be posted- and saw that they hadn't posted for a good two weeks. BE was taking a break, said the last post. Don't try and contact us anytime soon. We're not messaging until some shit blows over.

"Yang, get in here!" Weiss' voice was strained. Panicked.

Yang walked back in with several greasy plates. "What happened?"

"This." She played the video.

"Sit." Yang's eyes were as big as saucers. "Guys! Get in here! All of you!"

She brought in several more plates, crowding them all on the coffee table. Blake propped herself up from her sleeping position on the other couch. "What is it? You woke me up."

Yang poured a coffee and handed it to Blake. "When they all get here."

Pyrrha, Ruby and Nora walked in together. They'd shared Ruby's room last night, along with Yang, and the boys had bunked in Yang's room. Weiss' heart fluttered a bit when she saw Jaune, but she was sure she still looked like a mess. She tried to wipe the makeup she was sure had smudged off, but her hands came away clean. Yang really did take good care of her. "What's up?" Ren asked.

Yang let them get food and coffee before taking the phone and played the video for them.

Nora gasped and went pale. "Crap. Crapcrapcrap." She popped the P on the last "crap." Ren bit his lip worriedly. Ruby was so busy eating she almost missed it, then she did a double take. "Is that us?"

Pyrrha didn't say a word. She sipped her coffee and stared at the screen, as though willing it away would make it disappear.

Jaune looked between the phone and Weiss confusedly.

Yang threw the phone back at Weiss, "Guys, we can't let the video get out. That's us wrecking private property. We could realistically be arrested."

"Felony Vandalism," Blake mumbled.

"Oh, I'm so glad we have a lawyer in the room," Ruby sniped back.

"Why is it illegal?" Jaune asked.

"What?"

"Come on, it's not like we broke the windows or something. They have a window cleaner, right? So who cares!"

"The state of California, maybe?"

Weiss snapped out of her stare she'd fallen into. "Guys, check your messages. They can't have just sent this to me." They all pulled out their phones- nothing. None of them. Only Weiss had been sent this. "Why am I the only one?"

"Maybe Cardin runs the page?" Ruby suggested. "He could be torturing you."

Weiss snorted. "Does he even have the brain cells to run a Facebook page?"

"Are we seriously doing this right now?" Said Pyrrha. "I can't have this on my record. I need that athletic scholarship. I can't have any incidents on my record!"

"Same," said Ren quietly.

Nora chewed on her lip. "There's only one way to know if Cardin's behind this. Weiss, you need to get back on his good side."

"I don't know if you noticed, but I was on his "good side" for like four years and I saw no evidence to suggest he was running an anonymous gossip page about the school."

"And do we really want Weiss around that toxic environment?" Asked Jaune. "I mean, no-one wants to be around toxic people, so why are we sending her into the lion's den?" Weiss smiled gratefully.

Her phone buzzed. She picked it up. Winter. "Sorry guys, gotta take this." She slid into the hallway, closing the door behind her, and picked up. "Winter."

"Weiss? Where are you?"

"I told Father, I stayed over a friend's house."

"Which friend?"

"You don't know her." Them. Whatever.

"Did you forget about the visit to U.C. Berkeley this afternoon?"

Weiss gasped. "Oh, my goodness! I'll be there in-" she stalled, not knowing how long it would take her to get there. "I'll be there soon, I promise."

"Forget it." Winter sighed. "I went to all this trouble to get you a tour and interview, and you throw it back in my face."

"Winter I'm so sorry. I promise, I'll make it up to you."

"How?"

"I'll… intern for you and father until college."

Weiss held her breath as Winter considered it. "Fine. But you'd better be at the Stanford tour tomorrow."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "I'll be there."

Winter hung up. Weiss walked back into the living room in time to hear "It's not fair on her!"

"What's not fair on who?"

Yang looked at Weiss. "It's not fair on you that Cardin keeps torturing you and certain people-" she glared at Pyrrha- "want you to use it to get information."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning she thinks you should fake-date him until you know for sure that he's B.E."

Weiss shook her head, her loose hair tumbling around her shoulders. "Nope. No way. Not a chance in Hell." She was pretty sure that Pyrrha just wanted her out of the way so Jaune would be hers, and just hers, again.

"It would be a good reconnaissance mission. You know him, you know how he works."

Nora spoke up, "It's not the worst idea I've heard." They all turned to the tiny ginger. "I mean, as long as you're comfortable. Don't do anything you don't want to do."

Weiss turned to the rest, who were unconvinced. "I don't know…"

Pyrrha sensed weakness, and she dug deeper. "You know him best. If it's not him, it's someone in that group. The jocks and mean girls." Her eyes lit up. "It could be those twins that Yang was talking about. The ones on the Hurricane Sirens?" That was the cheer squad.

"Probably, but fuck them." Weiss was getting tired of this. "I can't. I'm sorry."