Three weeks later. Yang is walking down the hallway leaving from another tutoring session. She's wearing A yellow sweater that is quite form fitting and a pair of black jeans. She walks down corridor after corridor. The lesson today felt weird. Ilia was off running an errand or something like that. Yang chuckles to herself and gives off a weak smile.
"Will she notice me? Ever? Or have I just been wasting my own time, again," Yang thinks to herself in a distressed manner. She quickens her walking pace. "Also Ilia wasn't there, which was weird, I thought for sure she was gonna make a move for sure. Maybe next time I need to make a bigger move so it practically hits her in her face, but I've also been the only one making a move. What to do!" Then practically on cue, Ilia walks out of a dorm room here shirt is on backwards and she is trying to fix her hair very messy hair. She turns and makes eye contact with Yang.
"Hey Yang, how's it hanging? How was the tutoring today?" Ilia asks trying to come off as nonchalant. Yang just stares at her for a moment.
"It was alright. How was... your errand?" Yang asks trying to take my mind off of the session.
"Not bad, actually quite good, I think I might have a girlfriend.... I hope. No I definitely do. Sooooo did Blake do anything while I wasn't there?"
"She gave me a tutoring lesson, that's all," Yang says crossing here arms. Ilia stares at Yang disappointment seems to be the only look she can give Yang. Ilia then shakes her head and sighs.
"We both know that's not what I meant Yang. I left to go ask out the fine girl behind this door today so you girls could have sometime to yourselves,"
"Who is the girl behind the door?"
"No one you would know, probably," Ilia says starting to walk off.
"Ilia wait," Yang sighs. Ilia stops and turns around to face Yang.
"What, Yang?" Yang takes a few steps towards the other girl. This is the first she has taken note of Ilia's height. She is just shorter than Yang but not by that much.
"Two very serious things," Yang says putting her hands on Ilia's shoulders. "First your shirt is on backwards and it is really messing with me," Ilia looks down at her shirt for moment, then back up at Yang and shrugs. "Second is Blake gay? Because I heard somewhere she was, and I have been trying to get her attention and nothing seems to be working," Ilia looks at her and then just starts laughing.
"Yang, oh Yang. Blake isn't gay," as soon as Ilia says that she sees Yang' mood drop. "Blake is bi, Yang. I'm the gay one. But let me, let you in on a little secret. As someone who has known Blake for years, I've noticed that she is absolutely blind to the fact if anyone likes her or not until they make a major move on her and even then it has to be a pretty major move, but I didn't pick up on it until like high school years," Yang looks at the other girl for a moment, she is deep in thought trying to figure what to ask next.
"Okay that's a relief. See I don't actually need tutoring I just wanted an excuse to try and see her more often. You know? Try and get a little closer so we could have some sort of base to build upon," Yangs sighs feeling more calm and confident.
"Honestly that was a pretty good idea. Your kind of smart,"
"Only kind of?" Ilia raises her eyebrow as Yang asks the question. "Gotcha, so what do I next?"
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FanfictionA modern bumblebee AU set in their time in college
