Jaune's Resolve

7 - Change

"What—NO—THIS ISN'T RIGHT!"

The announcer's voice thundered:
"And in second place—Weiss Schnee, with her groundbreaking line: Emotionally Compromised Ice Princess!"

Cue polite clapping.

Jaune winked at her. "Better luck next dream."

Weiss screamed.

Team RWBY's Dorm – Morning

"GAHHHHHHHHH!"

Weiss bolted upright in bed, hair wild, eyes wide.

Ruby rolled over. "Huh? Whuh... Weiss, what's wrong?"

Weiss's eye twitched.

She looked around. Everything was normal.

"...Nothing," she whispered, falling back into bed and yanking the blanket over her face. "Absolutely... nothing."

But as she closed her eyes again, she could still hear his voice in the back of her mind.

'Bullocks. Another dream about him?! Ughh! IT'S BEEN DAYS!'

Days of Jaune invading her dreams.

She screamed in her pillow.

'I hate that boy.'

Later That Morning – Beacon Academy Lecture Hall

Professor Port's pointer zipped across the holographic board. "—and thus we see how strategic terrain analysis can turn the tide of any battle, as was the case in the Second Siege of—"

"Mr. Arc. Would you care to explain the principle demonstrated here?"

Jaune, sitting upright two rows behind Weiss, blinked. "Uh, yes sir! It's called the Horns of the Bull formation—used to bait enemy forces into overcommitting their center, then encircle with the flanks. Worked in the Siege of Vona, too."

Port's brow arched in delight. "Excellent! Very good, very good."

Weiss turned slightly in her seat.

She looked down at her notes.

She had the same answer. Of course she did.

But he spoke first.

She turned to her shoulder, her gaze landed on Jaune. 

Jaune gave a casual little grin and a wave—which infuriates her.

The voice of the recent dream of Jaune echoed within her mind yet again: "Better luck next dream."

She flinched.

He hadn't said it. He hadn't said it! But she heard it anyway.

Then, suddenly—Professor Port clapped his hand together.

"Pop quiz."

Professor Port's voice boomed through the lecture hall like a cannon.

Weiss Schnee, sitting front and center in her perfectly arranged desk, didn't even flinch.

Beside her, Blake groaned under her breath. Ruby sat three seats back, frantically digging for a pen she had clearly forgotten she'd need. And Yang just leaned back in her chair, arms folded behind her head like she'd been waiting for this chaos.

Jaune, two rows behind Weiss, blinked.

"Wait. What?"

"Did he say quiz?" Nora whispered—not very quietly—to Ren.