Author's note: Hey there guys! It's been a while. Sorry for such a long hiatus, but school was really stressful up until now - Spring Break! So amidst my playing of League and 3d modeling characters for MY game, I decided to write, and I'm kinda pleased with this chapter. Although since I've been away, my style might have changed/gotten worse/whatever. This was the first time in a while I've had a good amount of time to do this, so… I guess all I can say now is enjoy!
A short time after Ozpin left me alone to my thoughts, I had to leave for my first class: Grimm Biology. I get into the class shortly, sit down at my desk, open a journal, and start writing.
Luckily for me, I do not have this class with Weiss, so I will be able to focus on my work. Unfortunately, I DO have this class with Yang. The thing about Yang is that she can tell something is wrong with me, no matter how much I try to hide my feelings from her. She's like a hawk when it comes to them.
"Heya, Sis! How are ya?" Yang plops down into the seat next to me with great enthusiasm. I close my journal quickly and put it away so that she doesn't see it.
"Hi, Yang. I'm good, thanks for asking. How are you?" I ask, feigning enthusiasm as best I can. My best isn't good enough, however, because Yang's face changes from her normal peppy smile to one of knowing.
"Ruby, we both know you're not doing well right now. I read your journal after you left this morning." Before I can say anything, Professor Port comes in and tells us to take our seats. Yang moves to her assigned class seat relatively quickly, and class begins soon after that. The lesson: Structure of Grimm Nervous system. My attention to the lesson: None. I'm too busy worrying about the fact that Yang read from my journal.
She knows how I feel right now. She knows how I feel about Weiss. What am I going to do now?
"Miss Rose?" Professor Port interrupts my thoughts.
"Yes, Professor Port?"
"See me after class." My heart races from being called out like this in class, and my cheeks flush.
"Y-yes sir..."
"Now, back to the lesson..." Professor Port goes back to his rambling about his "heroics" as an awkward adolescent. Yang just stared at me for the rest of class. After class ends, Yang walks up to me, and whispers in my ear.
"I'll wait for you. Then we have to talk." A huge lump forms in my throat. I swallow it, nod, and then head up to the professor. I turn around one last time to look at Yang. She's outside the room, leaning against the doorpost. I take a deep breath.
"Miss Rose, I'm in somewhat of a hurry, so if you wouldn't mind…" Professor Port speaks up from the front of the class.
"Sorry, Professor… What did you wanna talk to me about?" I ask nervously.
"Professor Ozpin came to me early this morning regarding news of you and miss Schnee. He said that you may be distracted in class, but I never thought that it would be this bad." He explains.
"Well, actually professor, that's not what was dis-" Professor Port interrupts me.
"You're not in trouble, miss Rose, so there is no need to be defensive. I was going to offer some advice: give you possible options for your next move." I look at him with inquiring eyes. He continues, "I have an opening for a trip to go and observe Grimm activities outside of Vale. I would like you to join us on this trip. It will help you get your mind off of Miss Schnee."
I stand there, shocked. "But what about my other-"
"You do not need to worry about your other classes. You and everyone else on this trip will be excused from all assignments during the trip." Professor Port nods. He looks at the clock on the wall of his classroom and hurriedly starts packing up his things. "Oh, blast it! I'm almost late. Please give this some consideration, Miss Rose. This trip will be on the fifth of next month, so I'd like to know a week in advance if possible. Enjoy your day." And with that, Professor Port is gone. I turn around to see that Yang is still leaning up against the door post. I hang my head and walk over to her, ready for the inevitable questioning. We start walking back to our team dorm.
"So you're really in love with Weiss?" Yang starts sooner than I expected with her questions. I nod in response, not wanting to say anything.
"Since when?"
"About three months now…" I look away from her, trying to hide my face from her.
"Now this may be a weird question, but how did you keep your feelings to yourself for that long? I couldn't do it." She looks away and whispers to herself, "I'm having trouble with just a few days…"
I pretended not to hear what she whispered and answer her question. "The thing that's kept it to me? Fear. Fear of being rejected. Fear of things changing in ways I don't want them to. But I'm sure some people have other ways… I think it just depends on the person." As I finish the sentence, I look at Yang again, and she looks somewhat sad, but whenever she sees me looking at her, a smile erupts on her face.
"Thanks for sharing that with me, sis. Now, I won't tell anybody about you and Weiss, but you have to answer one more question for me."
"And that is?" I look at her curiously.
"Why the Hell would you let Ozpin and Port know about this before your sister?" She's smiling, but I can tell there is a little bit of truth with her wanting to find out why.
"Well, you see…"
After explaining why they knew before her, and after earning some playful punches to my shoulder, we arrive back at the dorm. No one is there, which is surprising because normally Blake would be here. Her first class ends before ours, and her next class isn't until after lunch.
"So tell me what your plan is, sis," Yang says.
I look at her and sigh. "I don't know… I'm going to go on that trip that Professor Port asked me about. It'll help me take my mind off of things." I sit down on the bed and sigh again.
"That bad, huh?" Yang sits down next to me and hugs me from the side.
"You should know how bad it is. You read my journal as I left this morning. I'll go get it and show you where it tells you just how bad it is." I get up and go to the drawer where my journal is, and upon opening it, I start twitching at the sight of my journal pushed all the way to the left of the drawer. I close my eyes and try to breathe out my frustration. "Yang, did you do this?"
"Do what?" I point at how my journal is positioned in the drawer. She sees it and immediately backs away, hands raised a defensive way. "Now sis, we've known each other all our lives. Do you really think I would do that?"
"I guess you're right, but then that means…" I gasp, "Someone else read it!"
"Well, Weiss was asleep when I left, so that only leaves…
We both look at each other, realizing who read it.
"BLAKE!"
