Rude Ruby
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Pyrrha Nikos didn't mind attention.
Really, a lot of people misunderstood her! She enjoyed attention, especially when her friends paid that to her. The feeling of being remembered as a good friend alone tingled her heart warmly. While she accepted her life as a popular Huntress rather well despite her shyness, she still preferred the feeling of personal satisfaction while spending time with friends. From that sense, almost being a celebrity Huntress sounded like a bad thing for someone like her without context.
She loved her friends dearly and faithfully. Even loyally, to some extent.
So when Ruby kept abusing her figure of romantic interest, Pyrrha had no idea on what to do.
"The Beacon Dance- go out with me," Ruby spoke in a monotone voice, looking angry just from the very fact she spoke with Jaune.
"Why?!" Jaune whined.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I WANNA GO ALONE? Fucking BITCH."
"Can you least get off me, please?!"
Ruby quickly took note of how her heel grinded against Jaune's head. Wow, she hadn't even noticed she knocked him over in the first place. Her foot must've felt magnetized to blond, scraggly boys. Sitting at JNPR's dormitory made her feel weird, and she started to forget the reason why she came. Damn blonds.
"Nope."
"RUBY- OW!"
"Shut up, Juan."
"It's Jaune- ARGHHHHHHHH!"
"DOES THIS BLONDE SELF-INSERT EVER SHUT THE FUCK UP-!"
"Ruby," Pyrrha sighed, pushing back any inner demons that could burst out of her at the moment as she dragged Jaune away from Ruby. "Please, I don't think Jaune meant anything bad when he asked you why you picked him."
Thankfully, Ruby seemed far too lazy to actually get up from the bed she borrowed without any permission at all. Instead, she muttered something inaudibly.
Pyrrha heard quite a handful of things about the leader of RWBY. A bright girl even she couldn't help but find to be one of the most uplifting souls in Beacon, let alone Remnant- or at least, that's what she knew at first. She had absolutely no idea Ruby would be the type to enjoy asserting dominance and laughing louder than a pro wrestler whenever people showed any kind of weakness to her.
Frankly, it scared her, but she still had hope for the girl.
Instead of asking her if she was alright, Pyrrha decided to prod her about something else that concerned her. "So, Ruby..."
"Fuck you want?"
What did she want? She knew what to ask- but asking was the hard part.
Taking a short breath, Pyrrha asked the girl, "Is there any reason you want to ask Jaune out to the dance?"
A thoughtful look entered Ruby's face as she did her best to think hard without stressing her brain out. In other words, she barely gave it a legitimate thought and instead wondered what to drink in the next few hours.
"96%."
"...Huh?"
"...What? Oh, it's none of your business," Ruby grumbled eventually, snapping back to reality. "It's not like I want to straddle and fuck him up for babies while nobody's looking during the dance, if that's what you're worried about."
"O-Okay."
Oddly specific, but it seemed that Ruby just didn't want to go alone to the dance. While that in itself surprisingly felt very "Ruby," the rest of her mannerisms didn't.
"Say, have you ever met some guys before?" Ruby suddenly asked.
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. Who the fuck else? Jaune?"
Jaune raised a finger as he muttered, "I almost dated someone before I joined Beacon but I ended up failing something miserABLYYYYY OWOWOWOW-!"
"Nobody told you to talk, noodle dick."
Distracted from Ruby's rude treatment of Jaune, Pyrrha shook her head with a red face. "No, actually," she answered honestly, her voice softer than before, though her look steadily grew distant as she continued, "but I doubt anyone would ask me out in the first place."
Jaune almost gasped at the thought, laughing despite having his head locked against the ground of JNPR's dorm. "Why- no, how, Pyrrha?"
Ruby grumbled as she rubbed her head, as if she were wondering if she'd ever become sober. "Maybe she likes her boys scattered- like ashes."
"...?"
"...?"
"...Forget I said anything, you dense idiots."
"But you just-"
"Jaune, you're teetering close to becoming a 'dense faggot' already."
"Yes, ma'am."
There weren't many things Pyrrha thought about the dance, actually. She only knew it was coming, but Ruby pushes at Jaune reminded her that, indeed, the dance was coming. The redhead glanced at Jaune's way, scratching her cheek lightly as she wondered what to say.
All the while Ruby stared at the famed Huntress, almost bored out of her mind.
Pyrrha, do you want to bone Jaune? Ruby thought. Normally, she'd blurt it out immediately, but Weiss' words reminding the rude rose of her reaction at Jaune being harassed earlier in the hallway must've taken some effect on her.
Or, it could be that taking a break from drinking actually did something to make her act less like a drunken retard.
Not that it made her feel any less retarded in reality.
"Eh, I'm leaving, have fun or some shit," Ruby grumbled. "I'm gonna go smuggle some booze in. Don't tell Yang, though- she and her big mouth could stuff dicks n' guns for all I care."
Pyrrha nodded silently as Jaune rubbed the back of his head, unable to concentrate on anything due to the pain of being stepped on. It didn't seem like Ruby was necessarily interested in Jaune in the way Pyrrha had thought earlier. While she kept her emotion from being expressed through her face, it didn't stop her from feeling greatly relieved.
As Ruby left the room, however, the rude rose paused before turning to the redhead.
"Oh, right, Pyrrha."
"Yes, Ruby?"
"If you're not taking Jaune out to the dance, I'm going to have Jaune fuck Weiss up in more ways than one for the dance. Since he, you know, wants to do that."
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"Bye."
As Ruby closed the door, Pyrrha wondered if the dormitory still had that kitchen knife Ren bought several weeks ago.
The Beacon Dance approached quickly.