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Chapter 26 – The Unloved Ones
"I think she'd look good in black," Nora pondered, one finger tapping her chin. There was an explosive sigh from the blonde teen behind Blake however, who pushed the girl aside. A pair of hands clamped down on Blake's shoulders, cutting off any escape.
"No, no, no! She isn't going in more black, for crying out loud, guys. I mean you don't have to match your dress to what you wear every day!"
"Uhh…" Ruby didn't quite meet her sister's eye. Nor did Weiss. Blake felt confident betting that their dresses were very much red and white respectively. She at least certainly hoped Yang's was not yellow and black… nor Nora's a bright orange.
Seriously, why am I forced to go through this crap?
"Because you got caught fighting a giant robot, and also skipping a detention. You'd think one of those was worse than the other, but what can you do?"
And you can read minds now?
"And if you're wondering how I knew what you were thinking, you've been wearing that tortured expression for the last twenty minutes or so."
Cocky bastard, all floating and such, above the cafeteria table. Meanwhile she was trapped picking at her food, listening to the women around her plotting her doom. At least she wasn't alone in her misery, she thought, looking at the single male at the table. Poor Lie Ren looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
Hell, judging from the vacant look in his pink eyes, he was somewhere else.
She had to pity him, being trapped on a team with just other women. Though at least in his case there were only two others. She couldn't imagine what it'd be like being trapped with Ruby, Weiss and Yang on a team, if you were a guy.
"What do you think, P-money?"
"Huh, sorry, what?" The redheaded girl looked up from her scroll, clearly caught off guard. Yang let out another sigh, sitting down beside Blake. Though the faunus couldn't help but notice the way the blonde kept an eye on her, clearly saying she wouldn't be sneaking off anywhere without more talk of dresses.
Couldn't they just choose one for her and be done with it? Why did she have to be involved in the selection at all? It wasn't like she had any free choice in anything to do with this, was it? If she had her way, she'd still be doing research on the White Fang.
And then Glynda Goodwitch would step in… which was somehow more terrifying than what the White Fang might actually have in store.
"You still hung up over that P-money? I told you to stop worrying 'bout it."
"It's just odd is all," the championship fighter sighed, putting the scroll away. "I mean; I've been the mascot of Pumpkin Pete's for two years now. Then they bring out Pumpkin Pete's new BBQ flavour and they don't want me for it?"
"Have you tried asking them why?" Weiss piped up, "it would be unusual for them not to use you… especially if you're still on contract."
"They say they want someone a little more long-term, whatever that means…"
Nora threw an arm around the taller girl's shoulder, dragging her close, "don't worry Pyrrha, we'll still love you – even if your face never graces breakfast again. Maybe a little less, but love is love, right?"
"Dresses and cereal, truly the many mysteries of women are laid bare before me now," the ghost rolled his eyes, somehow sitting down atop the table, legs crossed through the condiments. It was somewhat awkward, watching Weiss reach into his ass for the salt… honestly she just tried to ignore it. "Why's picking the right dress so important anyway? Can't you just whatever?"
And that was why, even dead, he was still a typical man. He'd probably died in three day-old underwear…
"Well we can go shopping tomorrow for dresses, then we can work on the arrangements for music afterwards." Weiss rattled off with ease. Blake could already feel her will to live fading, and if that wasn't enough, Ruby was letting off a low keen of distress. "I'm thinking classical and operatic." And now suddenly Nora had also added her voice to the distress calls.
"Sounds good," Yang grimaced – shooting a wink at the girls that promised such a music tape would be replaced at the last minute, "don't forget the shoes though, we should stop by to get some new ones. I can guarantee Ruby doesn't own a proper pair of heels. I doubt Blake does either."
"I was just going to come in flats actually," the faunus tried, only to be faced with hysterically fake laughter from Yang and Weiss both. Okay… it was just an idea.
"Crazy nonsense aside," Yang continued, "after we finish shopping, then you finish helping Weiss out with the music? I need you to come and discuss dinner plans with me, I'm thinking a buffet – and before you start – yes, I'll include tuna, but not that much tuna."
"I don't just eat tuna," the girl grumbled, "that's a generalisation, and probably racist too."
"Tell that to the tuna sandwich you're eating."
"Sorry, I wasn't aware the oppressed had any rights," her partner quipped, drawing a sigh from her. "I was fairly sure thanks to your whole vigilantism; you were assigned to be our gopher."
Assigned was a strong word… more like guilty-tripped and then tricked into it. There would be vengeance for this, she decided – even as she nodded her surrender. It would be humiliating, degrading and childish. But it would be hers, and it would be served with satisfaction.
"Oh, oh!" Ruby suddenly saw an opportunity to turn the conversation away from shopping trips. And promptly threw Blake under the bus… "We still need to get someone for Blake to go with to the dance."
Isn't she supposed to be on my side…!?
"Oh, this ought to be good."
And what was that supposed to mean?
"Well we can just ask Sun, right?" Yang shrugged, "he'll be up for it."
"Not Sun," Blake vetoed immediately. If this was to be a forced arrangement, then the last thing she wanted was to lead on someone who might have a genuine interest in her. That would just be cruel, not to mention awkward.
"Ren?" Weiss suggested, and for a moment Blake actually considered it. He was quiet enough, trapped in the same boat as her, there'd be no real misconceptions. Then she met eyes with Nora Valkyrie across the table, and suddenly found somewhere else to look. "Or… maybe not," Weiss about-turned, having seen the same thing.
Poor Ren…
"Well I can ask a few people," Yang shrugged one shoulder, drawing out her scroll. "Failing that I can just put it out across Beacon, there's bound to be a few guys interested in some fine pussy. Aye? Aye?"
"Why did we leave Zwei back in the room again?" Jaune sighed, as the other girls fluctuated between disgusted and dismayed. "Still, if you don't want this to go public, you might want to step in. What happens if someone like Cardin takes her up on the offer?"
"I'll sort out my date," she cut in, reaching over to place a hand directly over the scroll's screen. Amber eyes met lilac, the latter twisting in subtle pleasure. Oh Gods… had that been her plan all along?
"Sounds good to me, you can finally introduce us to that guy you've been texting all the time."
"Yeah, I can't wait!" Ruby cheered, somehow taking that nanosecond where she was composing a response as some kind of agreement. To make matters worse, once Ruby had finished speaking, Weiss stepped in.
"That would be the easiest result for sure, guests are allowed on campus so long as they're registered. We can handle that ourselves though, since we're arranging the dance."
"Don't worry," Yang grinned, leaning across the table, "we won't reject his request out of hand."
Damn it… had this been their plan all along? Oh screw that, Yang's plan all along. It would be just like that nosey partner of hers to rope the other two into helping her out in this. Argh! Now she had to try and find a partner for the dance…
"Just say he can't make it," Jaune floated before her, waving a hand before her face. "Let's be honest here, you don't know anyone – this isn't going to work out. Just take whatever sap Yang puts forward, be polite, then say you've got a headache and need to sit down."
"So what's it gonna be Blakey?" Yang teased, "is this a yes – or should I send out your new dating profile?"
"Take the lesser embarrassment, Blake… nothing good is going to come of-"
"He'll be there," Blake grinned, ignoring the strange sound of a ghost hitting itself in the face, "so no, I don't need you to send anything out." Yang didn't even give her the pleasure of looking defeated… instead the blonde appeared elated beyond all belief.
"Great! I can't wait to meet this kinky guy you keep running off to see. He's gotta be something special if he can get your blood going."
"I can't wait to meet him," Ruby's hands were held in small fists, as she looked up towards Blake with complete trust and admiration. Blake let out a nervous laugh.
"Me either, Ruby," Jaune shook his head, one arm covering his eyes, "me either…"
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