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Weiss entered the dorm and saw Sylvia comforting Drake. That was it. Weiss wanted Nothing more than to see this fox dead. Was this her way if getting close to him? Was this her plan all along? "Sylvia, Can I speak to you outside for a moment?" Weiss hid her feelings behind a fake smile. "Sure." Sylvia got up and went outside the room with Weiss. "What do you think You're doing? I told you to stay away from him, Sylvia! Drake is mine, So just don't touch him!" Weiss told her. This made Sylvia's blood boil. Weiss had not only suspected that she Drake was cheating on her with Sylvia, but she tried to make her stop seeing her best friend. Was she really this ignorant? Was she just jealous? Perhaps it was a bit of both, but Sylvia simply couldn't just stand there and take it anymore. "No!" Sylvia was now very angry. "No? Do you even know who I am? I am Weiss Schnee, heiress-" "Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, as you are So fond of saying. You can't just wrap people around your finger and work them like puppets just because of who you are. It doesn't work that way, princess." Sylvia interrupted her. "How dare you! Don't call me princess!" Weiss said with a stern expression on her face. "You like to think that You're higher than everyone else. You like to think that What family You're from actually matters and it's all just because You're the famous Weiss Schnee of the Schnee Dust Company. You aren't a princess. You aren't special. All you are is just a spoiled brat who's gotten everything she ever wanted handed to her for all of her life. You're Nothing. You will always be Nothing. Now if You'll excuse me, I'm going to go comfort my friend now." Sylvia was just about to put her hand onto the handle on the door When she heard the last few words she'd expect from Weiss.
"I know What you are." Weiss told her. Sylvia froze with her hand not yet touching the doorknob. She turned around quickly. "Wha- How?" Sylvia stuttered. "Not bad for a spoiled brat, Eh? I know you were once part of the White Fang. I overheard you talking to someone about it and I wasn't going to say anything. Don't touch Drake or I'll tell him." Weiss threatened. 'Hmm... I don't think Weiss knows that Drake was once a part of the White Fang. That's good.' Sylvia thought to herself. "You're acting like a child, Weiss!" Sylvia told her. "I'm not acting like a child! I am in love with him and I don't want anyone to take him away from me! He's mine and we're going to be together forever and I'm going to marry him! This is true love and we're soul mates!" Weiss fantasized about the couple's future. 'True love? Soul mates? She can't be serious. She really thinks that a school boyfriend could be her true love? I guess ignorance is bliss...' Sylvia thought. "Listen. Please don't tell anyone that I was once one of them." Sylvia pleaded. "Only if you stay away from him and never talk to him again." Weiss demanded. "I can't do that! He's my best friend!" Sylvia refused. "Fine. Then everyone will know." Weiss grinned. "Fine, I'll stay away from him." Sylvia walked off.
Weiss went back inside and sat beside Drake. "Where's Sylvia?" He asked. "Oh, she had to go somewhere. You know her, always got something to do." Weiss said as convincingly as possible. Drake could sense something was wrong. He could see it in her eyes. He had a hard time believing that Sylvia would just go outside for a second and then suddenly have to be somewhere. "Where did she go?" Drake asked with suspicion. "Uh... I don't know. She just said that she had to go and that was it. She just left." Weiss put on a convincing smile. "That's not like her. She would at least come in here to say goodbye." Drake said. 'God, Why is he asking So much? I feel like I'm being interrogated here! It's not like I've done anything wrong. All I did was make sure that Drake was mine and not hers. That's not wrong, it was the right thing to do! For Drake!' Weiss thought to herself. "What do you mean, Drake? She just had to go somewhere!" Weiss said, now looking suspicious. "Hey, I'm not saying she didn't go somewhere. I'm just saying it's weird for her to leave without saying goodbye. I always hated goodbyes anyway." Drake said.
Sylvia got back to team CFVY's dorm where she had been staying and collapsed onto her bed with her face in her pillow. All she wanted was to be alone. Away from all the drama, away from all the hate. Away from it all. "Hi, Sylvia! Wanna study? Sylvia, are you okay?" Velvet sat down on the bed. "Hi, Velvet. I- I'm fine." Sylvia never was very convincing with this sort of thing. "I know You're not. Come on, you Can tell me." Velvet trusted Sylvia very much and hoped Sylvia did the same. "It's about Drake. Weiss wants me to stay away from him and never talk to him." Sylvia explained. "You don't have to listen to her, Sylvia." Velvet said with a smile. "Yes, I do have to listen to her, Velvet. I Can never talk to him ever again!" Sylvia's head sunk into her pillow again. "How come? What's she gonna do to you if you talk to him?" Velvet asked. "She knows something about me that I don't want anyone to know. If I talk to him, she'll leak valuable information about me." Sylvia began to cry. 'Damn it, Weiss! First you steal Drake from me and taunt me constantly about it and now You're making my friend feel like this? No one deserves to feel like this. No one except for you, princess. I will be sure to make you suffer as you have made others suffer. Your punishment will come to you, Weiss. When it does, You'll be sorry for all You've done. You'll be sorry for the pain You've caused us. Oh, You'll be sorry.' Velvet thought to herself as she smiled.
Note - Sorry for the lack of people getting punched or kicked. I guarantee there will be plenty of action in the next part. I am also sorry, as I have come to realize that I have published three chapters of Unknown Contact without updating any of The Girl Who Cried Wolf.
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FanfictionDrake Moonstalker joins Beacon Academy, in an attempt to run from his past. But, no matter how far you go, you can never run from a past this dark.