Weiss watched the night sky from her fourth story dorm; she had spent the entire night going over the basics of her classes, the first in the morning being history. She had always loved watching the stars, as a child her mother had told her that someday if you follow the constellations right, she could find her soul mate.

Nowadays, she would rather scoff at the idea, just taking love advice from the woman who married her father was a ridiculous idea. She could admit the man had his moments, but she hadn't seen that side of him for some time now. With a huff of frustration, she reached up to touch the long healed scar that crossed her left eye, tracing down its length.

She could tell this was going to be another sleepless night, just like the many she had in secondary school back home, Though now she was oh so far away. Turning back to her book that sat on her massive antique desk, she felt like her pencil had become a grindstone for her patience.

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Groggily Wiess lifted her head for the Economics book glued to her face, stretching and combing her hand through her hair. "God, I can tell today's going to suck." Preparing herself and making her way out to the central courtyard, alone she made walked straight to ClockTower Hall, the primary school building where the more basic classes were situated.

She took a seat in what could be best defined as an old Greek theater as a classroom. Weiss had been on autopilot since she pulled herself out of her desk, so much that she hadn't noticed some others had also funneled themselves into the class. She had already started on a worksheet out of the massive history book sitting in front of her. "Heya!" the voice sounded familiar but figured they weren't talking to her. "WEISS!" The yelling caused Weiss to rock back in her seat, almost tipping it over.

"Oh, sorry for scaring you." Scratching the back of her head, "how are you doing this nice morning?"

Weiss glared at Ruby. "Yes, just peachy." Ruby took the seat next to Weiss, giving the pale girl a big smile. "I don't understand how someone can be so obnoxious…"

"It's nice to see someone remotely familiar in this class," Ruby stated while collecting her supplies. "I mean, it's not like we started on the right foot, but I'd like to think we could still be friends, I mean if you still want to be that is, because of agi-."

Weiss raised her hand to Ruby's word vomit. "You're rambling. Look, it's nice of you to want to apologize and make up and be nice, but I am not looking to make friends." she had enough 'Freinds' courtesy of her father.

"Oh… yeah, I can completely understand." And there it went, the kind light that attracts all souls. It dimmed, and at that moment, Weiss saw a little girl that used to have the same effect.

Weiss rubbed her temples. "But I suppose we can be… acquaintances." And like that, the little redhead shot up like a firework on the Fourth of July.

"Cool."

By now, the class had filled, and the teacher had just entered through the door, a larger middle-aged man with a substantially puffy mustache. "Hello everyone, my name is Pro-fessor Port, Mr. Port, if you want. Now you look like a strapping group of students." Port started with a story of his adventurous youth. For Weiss, the story was captivating, but for Ruby, she was bored out of mind. She was entertaining herself by doodling crudely drawn pictures of Yang, Blake, and Mr. Port.

Ruby passed the drawing to Weiss, "hey, take a look at these." Un-amused Weiss passed them back. "What? Aren't they cool?"

"Listen, I'm trying to focus on the lesion. So if you could just stop, that would be great." Weiss hissed. Ruby apologized, retreating into her doodles. The class was almost over; the teacher and the students started packing up. Mr. Port opened his mouth to announce something, but before he could, the door flew open, and a blonde boy wearing a black and orange with a rabbit on the front, spilled into the room.

"Hi, hello. I'm sorry that I'm late." The kid fumbled with a few papers in his backpack before pulling out an extremely crippled piece of paper and handing it to Mr. Port.

"Ah, let me see what we have here." Taking the paper and examining it, "Mr. Arc, I regret to inform you that you'll be dismissed from this class if you keep making these kinds of entrances." Nodding Jaune took the walk of shame to the back of the room just in it for the bell to ring, sitting in-between two gingers girls.

The class mainly consisted of introductions. The blonde boy got volunteered to go first for being late, "Hello, my name Jaune Arc. I'm from a small farm town down in Wisconsin." The next was the tall redheaded Pyrrha Nikos from Greece. The last person of note was another ginger, this one shorter than the other, Nora Valkyrie from Norway.

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Weiss quickly gathered her things and exited the class, Ruby tried to follow suit but wasn't fast enough. But was greeted by two dorks. "Hey Ruby, how was your version of Hell day 1?"

Ruby hugged her sister. "Not very eventful, but I think I'm getting through to Weiss?" The three girls interlocking arms and walking to their next classes.

"Who?" Yang not remembering anyone by that name.

Blake elbowed Yang, "That would be the girl Ruby keeps bumping into, like literally knocking to the ground. She told us this last night."

Yang cocked her head. "You mean the prissy chick from the bathroom like four days ago? Yeah, I remember something like that."

Blake put on an 'a matter of a fact' face. "That'd be the one." Yang pulled the two even closer to her.

"You girls got some free time?" The ladybug duo shaking their heads. "Damn, then maybe we can do it after school. Like, let's go to that little pizza place we found the other day."

"You know sis, with all the junk food you eat, I'm surprised that you aren't chubbier." Yang flexed her arms.

"All the workout time. Come on; you can tell me all about your little crush when we get there." Ruffling Ruby's hair.

Ruby laughed with a hint of embarrassment. "Excuse you; I don't have a crush on anyone." Pushing her sister away.

…

A few hours later, the quad squad found there a way to the small pizzeria they found days ago. They order a sizeable half and half pizza, anchovies for Blake, several different types of meat for Yang, cookie pizza for Ruby, and Penny as they have become good friends.

"So, Miss. Rose, your sister, has just informed me you are looking for a female partner out of that Weiss girl?"

Ruby shocked and embarrassed. "What Yang? Are you telling everyone I'm gay now? Little miss both ways are better than one? AND I'm not trying to get with Weiss; I just want to make amends."

"I mean it is-" Yang started, but Blake spoke over her. "Wait, you're gay, Ruby?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, it's not like I'm taken a look at you in the shower or something!" The panic was rushing through Rubys' body as fast as blood.

Blake smiled devilishly, trying her best at putting on a Yang act. "What am I not cute enough for you?"

"No, it's not like that, I think of you as more of a best friend than a datable option." She was trying to make the right words come out. Her head was spinning from all the teasing; the other girls' giggles did not help with the embarrassment.

Blake rustled Ruby's hair. "I'm just messing with you a little red." They sat there laughing and joking, Ruby and Yang telling stories of back home, Blake of her various travels, from Rome to South America and Penny of her fathers being a doll builder.

Elsewhere on campus, Weiss sat alone in a cafe contemplating why someone would be so excited to be her friend and irritated her because she couldn't think of a good reason. She decided not to let the topic cloud her mind while her classes ran and think about it later, but that was easier said than done. Weiss's mind kept finding its way back to "why? What makes me so appealing?"

Regardless, Weiss knew she wasn't here to make friends. She was here to be the best, which wasn't hard in her mind. The worst part was she had Ruby in three out of her six classes, so she always reminded of the irritating and irrational idea.

She sat in her bed, awake thinking the same thing over and over. "Why me?" And yet there was something else, in the way back of Weiss' mind itching at her thoughts.

"Why not give it a chance?"...