I was planning on taking some time for a small break, but I couldn't. Reading the reviews encouraged me push myself and push out another chapter. Thanks for the support. It is appreciated.
Also thanks to Kisdota-The Freak Gamer for giving me some ideas for the next chapter. If anyone else has ideas, I'd love to hear them.
So anyways, here it is. Enjoy!
Pyrrha fell back onto her bed, utterly exhausted from the week, even though it was only Wednesday. Her choice to be the victim of Yang and Blake's antics had taken a toll on the poor girl. However, the plan seemed to be working for Jaune had been spending a lot more time with his admirer. At first, he had quickly assisted Pyrrha when her hired tormentors had sprung one of their traps, but after the first couple days, he seemed to stick to Pyrrha and often offered to help her with her daily tasks. Of course he was acting out of a natural male instinct to help a troubled girl, but that didn't matter to Pyrrha. She was soaking up all the attention he was willing to spare. He had even gone as far as opening any door she approached and pulling out her chairs for her.
To be fair, the mischievous tag team of team RWBY had kept the pranks tame as she asked, but she now regrets not putting a cap on how many there should be. It seems that they haven't let Ruby and Weiss know what they're up to, which was good because two of them were doing a fine job by themselves. Pyrrha shuddered at the thought of the full force of RWBY working together to embarrass her. The recent events, however, had not gone unnoticed. Ren almost immediately picked up that something was amiss and had asked Pyrrha about it, but her only reply was that she was working on a secret plan. Weiss was the next to figure it out, but she seemed to chalk it up as Yang being immature and dragging Blake down with her. Ruby showed some concern, but then noticed the effect that Pyrrha's recent behavior had on Jaune. She was content with that and shot Pyrrha a knowing look every once and a while.
The young, love struck girl sat up and reflected on the past few days. Beginning on Sunday, when the teams got together to train, Yang and Blake decided to start with tripping her and pushing her a little harder whenever she was next to Jaune. Most of the time, Jaune was able to catch her, but there were the few awkward incidents were they ended up sprawled on the floor, on top of each other. Pyrrha highly suspected that Yang tried for this, for she could swear that she heard the small click of a small scroll camera when she and Jaune were in a more compromising situation. After that, they went for lunch and hung around the school talking. Every once and a while, Yang would pinch Pyrrha's side and make her squeak. She told the others it was just a small injury acting up. When Jaune asked if he could help, Blake suggested that he message it. Jaune blushed and turned away while Pyrrha explained hurriedly that that was not necessary.
Before they knew it, it was Monday morning and they had to get ready for class. It turned out that one of the girls had snuck into team JNPRs room and stole Pyrrha's toothpaste, so Jaune offered to lend his. When they arrived in class, Pyrrha sat down and was mortified to hear the unmistakable sound of a whoopee cushion on her seat. At the sight of her embarrassment, Jaune took the rap and excused himself, blaming some spoiled sausages he had for breakfast. Professor Port had asked if anyone would be able to stay after class to help him sort some paper work for extra credit. Not even Weiss wanted to be alone in a room with the slightly disturbing professor, but when Blake volunteered Pyrrha, Jaune interrupted, saying he planned some team exercises that required her. After classes, Yang had tossed a balloon filled with ketchup. When asked, Pyrrha said it was just some dumb kids, but that didn't stop Jaune from running to get her towels.
Tuesday rolled in and Jaune was beginning to follow Pyrrha, looking for any troubles. Even with the vigilant knight by her side, Yang and Blake had managed to hide her shoes in the morning, to which Jaune scoured the room for before finding. During class, Blake must of used her stealth skills to a piece of paper to Pyrrha's back which read "I want Prof. Port's babies". Thankfully, Jaune pointed it out and helped her take it off before anyone else could see. When in professor Oobleck's class, Pyrrha rose to answer a question only to feel the sensation of ice cubes cascading down her back. Where were they even keeping that hidden? She had wondered. Her answer became a mess of gibberish and vocal jerks. Jaune whispered the answer she already knew, but to him, it seemed as if he was helping her.
Today, the girls decided that Pyrrha needed peanut butter in all her socks. As she was getting dressed, she had to quickly examine the gooey substance that violated her feet when she pulled on her first sock. After finding the rest of them in similar states, she relented to wearing them, not wanting to tip off the others about her plan with her bare ankles. She then dropped the others off in the laundry room. On their way to class, Jaune awkwardly offered to let Pyrrha lean on him after noticing her uncomfortably walking down the hall. He asked if anything was wrong, but she said that it was that old injury again, but she accepted the offer, secretly smiling at the close contact.
They had combat practice today, and some cruel force had given Goodwitch the idea that Yang would make a good match up for Pyrrha. The duel went pretty well and Pyrrha thought she was going to get though it without any more pranks, but after subduing her opponent and returning to the rest of the class, she could hear a few other students snickering. Jaune went bright red, Nora giggled and Ren turned away with a faint blush himself. Jaune moved to be back to back with the confused Spartan and whispered that she had a noticeable rip in the back of her skirt. Pyrrha flushed and thanked him before covering her behind with her shield and asking to be excused. It was only a few minutes before the end of class and before lunch, so Goodwitch OK'd the rest of the day, Blake and Yang settled for constantly bringing up the ripped skirt incident at every available time, teasing her constantly. At about dinner time, Jaune stood up to them, saying that fun was fun, but they should stop harassing his teammate. The girls put on their best guilty faces that muttered sorry, but smiled at Pyrrha for the fruits of their work.
That was only minutes ago and both teams retired to their rooms for the night. Nora and Ren were going into town to get ice cream for their weekly not-date. Jaune was at his desk going over notes when he turned to Pyrrha with a concerned look. "Hey Pyrrha, can I talk to you?"
"What is it," she responded, curious of his troubles.
"Well, I've noticed you've been a little… off lately. Is anything bothering you?"
"Hmm? Nothing's wrong. It's just been a bad week," Pyrrha plastered a smile on her face.
Pyrrha was practically screaming in her head. Are you kidding me!? He can't pick up on my feelings, but he can see through my attempts to get close to him? "I've noticed Yang and Blake are being harsher on you. If there's something wrong, you can talk to me," Jaune continued.
Pyrrha was torn between the sweetness of his concern and the selectiveness of his perception.
"Really Jaune, I am fine," Pyrrha retorted.
"If you say so, but Pyrrha, I tried to shoulder my problems in silence and slowly spiraled towards depression. You were the one to pull me out of that. You're the strong, smart hero that saved me. To see you going down the same path is terrifying. If you won't talk to me, please get the help you need."
Pyrrha's heart broke at his words and decided that it was time to end this scheme.
"Alright, Jaune. Thank you. Your words really helped." Pyrrha gave him a genuine smile.
Jaune smiled back, pleased with himself. Pyrrha noticed that at some point during their conversation, Jaune had moved to sit next to her on her bed. Their faces were pretty close to each other and they had just shared a heart-warming moment. Should I kiss him? It seems like perfect timing. I'm going for it. The Spartan leaned into the knight, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. She remained like that for a moment before her eyes snapped and saw Jaune was back at his desk, working. "Glad I could help"
Pyrrha gave a silent scream and lightly pulled at her hair.
Nora and Ren returned shortly after, Nora's face still covered in chocolate ice cream. Nora mentioned that she was feeling sleepy and climbed into bed. Jaune followed soon after. He had been going to bed early lately to make up for his early mornings with Velvet. Pyrrha thought about going over to the room across from theirs to talk to Yang and Blake, but figured it was too late and would talk to them tomorrow. She heard footsteps from behind and turned to face Ren. "Pyrrha," he took a deep breath, "Pay attention. It's obvious that you set something up with Blake and Yang and it's somehow connected to Jaune. You don't need to do this. I won't go behind your back, but if you want me to-"
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "We should get that," Pyrrha stated. "I'll listen to what you have to say after."
Pyrrha opened the door to find Professor Ozpin. "Professor?"
"Good evening Ms. Nicos. May I talk to you for a moment?" Ozpin smiled down to her.
Pyrrha looked to Ren and shrugged as an apology. "Of course."
The two stepped into the hall and began to walk. "So what did you want to talk about?" Pyrrha asked.
"Well… We take bullying very seriously here at Beacon and some of your teachers have reported that you may be suffering at the hands of another student. Is this true?"
"In all due respect Professor, I don't know why I'm being singled out. Others like Jaune and Vel-"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ms Nicos," Ozpin interrupted, "Mr. Arc seems to have everything under control for himself and those around him."
Pyrrha saw the knowing smile and was a little glad that she wasn't the only one who saw Jaune's potential. "Everything's fine. I was planning on ending it tomorrow."
"Very well. I'll trust you. Now get to bed, there are classes in the morning.
Pyrrha scurried back to her room. "Now that you're back, I can-" Ren started.
"Sorry Ren, I have some things to think about. Can we talk later?"
"Yeah, sure," Ren pinched the bridge of his nose and went to lie in his bed.
Pyrrha thought she heard him mutter "I don't know why I even try", but ignored it. She went to bed to and prepared herself for tomorrow.
The next day came, but Pyrrha couldn't find Blake or Yang. They weren't in the girls room getting ready or at breakfast. Ruby said that they left to take care of something and that worried Pyrrha. They showed up at class, but sat too far away from Pyrrha to talk to her. At lunch, they were also absent, but again were present at class. After the day had finished, Pyrrha decided to seek out the elusive duo. She separated from her friends and was walking down an empty hall when she was grabbed and pulled into a closet. "Blake? Yang?" She looked between the two.
"Sup Pumpkin cereal. We've got one more prank to top off all of our work," Yang smiled eagerly.
"Right, you see about that, I- HEY! What are you doing!?" Pyrrha tried to get away as the others started to pull off her clothes.
"This'll definitely help put you in a damsel in distress situation," Blake snickered.
Pyrrha's eyes widened in horror when Yang pulled out a very familiar swimsuit. "Wait! No!"
But she was no match for the two girls, who changed her and ran away with her clothes. By this time, other students were walking through the hall and Pyrrha was trapped. "I can't believe those two," Pyrrha whispered to herself. "What now?"
She peeked into the hall and spotted Jaune.
"Psst. Jaune!" she quietly called out.
"Pyrrha? What are you doing?" Jaune moved over to the door.
"I'm… not decent right now. Lost a bet. Can you run to our room and pick up some clothes?"
Jaune blushed and looked confused, but started down the halls. However, he stopped abruptly and cursed under his breath.
"What is it?" Pyrrha asked.
"It's the janitor. And It looks like he's heading for this closet," Jaune whispered to her.
"Oh no." Pyrrha knew once he opened the door, her life was over.
"You're really in trouble this time, huh?" Jaune looked to her.
"I suppose I am," Pyrrha replied mournfully.
Jaune had a look of determination as he began to remove his jacket. "What are doing?" Pyrrha asked.
Jaune didn't answer as he then removed his pants. Students pointed and laughed as Jaune handed her the clothing. "Jaune… I-"
"Hurry. The janitors coming," Jaune said through his intense blush.
Pyrrha's logic took over and she put on Jaune's uniform. She then ran out, pulling Jaune along as fast as she could to their room.
They made it, but not without half the school seeing Jaune in an undershirt and orange boxers. Pyrrha couldn't believe what he just did for her. "Jaune, thank you," she tried to comfort him.
"I-it was nothing," Jaune could only stare at his feet.
Pyrrha felt horrible and knew she had to make it up to him. "The least I can do is show you what I was trying to hide," she blushed as well as she removed Jaune's clothes.
"What do you mean?" Jaune looked up and his face lit up like a Christmas light.
Pyrrha could say she was a little pleased with his reaction, but her head snapped to the opening door. Nora started to enter, but then noticed her two underdressed teammates. She grew a knowing grin and closed the door again, but not before saying "I'll leave you two to what you were doing."
The two remaining blushed fiercely. "We should get changed," Jaune muttered.
"Agreed," Pyrrha replied, catching Jaune's quick glances. She smiled in spite of her embarrassment.
After that, Pyrrha went to RWBY's room to scold Blake and Yang and inform them the plan was off. She returned to her room after words. She and Jaune were still awkward around each other, but it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Word of Jaune's little streak got out, but thanks to his reputation as the school goofball, the damage wasn't too bad. Pyrrha sighed and went to bed early that night. She was happy things were normal again, but she would need her sleep, for tomorrow she would get none due to the sleepover.