After Ruby left Weiss's house, she got in the car with her mother and explained in very great detail the exact events of their time together. Ruby's mom was not an idiot, and she knew exactly how her daughter felt about this girl. She had learned a long time ago that her daughter liked girls, as well as boys. Ruby didn't even have to say anything about her feelings for Weiss for her mom to know. Her mother already knew everything.

But Summer had her doubts- from what she heard about this girl from her other daughter, Yang, she didn't want Ruby to be around her. Why was she acting so nicely to Ruby all of the sudden, when she had only been described as rude and hurtful? As Summer pulled away from the Schnee Manor, she had many questions, as well as Ruby.

Why was this girl being so nice to her, when she was so rude and mean to everyone else? She must want something. But what is it? And why is the girl that has tried to destroy the robotics club multiple times, suddenly taking an interest in the subject? Why wasn't she admitting that she was as lonely as she was, in need of a friend? Of course, Ruby would never admit she had been there, listening for a moment. Most importantly, why was this girl hanging out with Ruby, when she could be out shopping with her snobby rich friends?

All viable questions, Ruby, and most of them were about to be answered.

Over the next few weeks, Ruby and Weiss were hanging out more often, and Ruby's trust for Weiss grew. At first she was so conflicted- whatever Weiss was up to, it had to be something bad, but Ruby loved her, and loved spending time with her. And after the few weeks, she hadn't done anything that would've signaled Ruby she was up to some evil scheme. Hopefully she wasn't.

As for Weiss, it was all an act.

She anticipated every time that she and Ruby would meet up, just another chance to pry the secrets out of her, just another chance to gain more and more of her trust. And it was all going to be worth it to see the janitorial staff cleaning out the room where robotics club was held. She could see it now: the room would be used to hold a beauty club, or a fashion club, or a marketing club, or something actually useful.

Weiss swore, after a month of visiting that dingy room to get her hands dirty and accomplish nothing more than a bunch of parts stuck together, if she had to go back there one more time, she was going to puke down the front of her dress.

And as much as Ruby loved spending time with Weiss, it was so painful, knowing that the heiress would never reciprocate her feelings. Every icy blue glance and every dazzling white smile sent a pang of sadness through her.

Weiss took extra precautions to make sure that she wouldn't miss any valuable information that Ruby might say. She secretly recorded almost every conversation. If she really wanted to destroy the club, she would need hard evidence.

No matter how cruel and despicable Weiss's intentions were, there were always the feelings for Ruby that she buried in her mind. Though she would never admit it, and she hadn't really even realized it yet, she was warming up to Ruby, who wasn't that annoying to her any more. Not that she would see the light anytime soon. All she knew was that she wanted this whole thing to be over, and it soon would be.

One night in the middle of the school year, Weiss stared at herself in the mirror. It was the same pale complexion, the same icy blue eyes, but there was something off about her appearance, and she couldn't put her finger on it… still nothing. She tightened her ponytail and grabbed her jacket.

Stars littered the balmy evening skies, and the horizon was lined with scarlet. Weiss stepped out of her house into the warmth of the evening, calling for her chauffer to drive the car up. After standing around for a few minutes, Charles pulled the car up and she stepped into the passenger seat, something she hadn't done in a long time. Charles was about to say something, but he decided against arguing with the employer.

Weiss sat in the front because, for some weird reason, she was nervous about where she was going. Charles had always been good at keeping secrets, and had never failed to provide good advice, the few times she had asked for it.

Weiss started talking.