A/N: Just had this idea, don't know if anything will come from it. It's also a G!P story, my first one ever. So if you don't like it, well, don't read it.
Chloe walks out to the curbside pickup at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta, Georgia, her duffel bag slung over her right shoulder. She uses her left hand to move the sunglasses to the top of her head, then pulls out her phone to see that her Lyft driver had arrived. She looks around for the blue Toyota Camry that was listed on her phone, spotting it and hopping in the car. She tells the driver to take her to her friend's address and he pulls away from the airport.
The entire car ride there, Chloe stares out the window and braces herself for the long weekend that she had in front of her. Chloe was back in town to celebrate her 10th high school reunion with her friends.
Chloe Beale had moved away from Georgia right after graduation, heading to Portland to live with her sister Claire. High school had never been too kind to Chloe, she definitely started out as a nobody and slowly worked her way up the totem pole. Soon, she was a cheerleader and dating the most popular girl in school, Beca Mitchell. It was no secret, what had happened between Beca and Chloe, but Chloe tries not to dwell on the past too much.
Which is one of the only reasons she agreed to come to this reunion and spend the weekend with Amy and their friends, because Beca never graduated from high school and therefore had no reason to be at the reunion. And Chloe was thankful for that. She didn't know if she could handle being in the same room with Beca after what had happened, regardless of how long it had been. Beca had broken her heart and completely abandoned her.
The car pulls into the long driveway of Amy's inherited house and Chloe lets out a deep breath as she gets out of the car. She grabs her duffel bag and heads to the house, thanking the Lyft driver on her way up the driveway. The door was unlocked, so Chloe pushes it open, calling out for Amy to see where the Australian could be.
She admires the plethora of awards Amy had received, for going on to be a professional wrestler, line the walls of the house. She calls out for Amy once more, still no sign of her friend anywhere. Chloe sighs, walking up the stairs to the kitchen where she sees giant posters of their high school photos lining the wall, all with their 'Most Likely To' phrase under each photo.
Benji Applebaum: Most Likely To Be The Next Houdini
Chloe Beale: Most Likely To Be A Motivational Speaker
Stacie Conrad: Most Likely To Cure Cancer
Emily Junk: Most Likely To Be Trip On National TV
Aubrey Posen: Most Likely To Get What She Wants
Jesse Swanson: Most Likely To Score Movies
Amy Wilson: Most Likely To Wrestle A Croc
Chloe smiles as she continues looking along the wall until her eyes land on one photo that she never guessed she would have seen.
Beca Mitchell.
Her heart stops as she hears footsteps approach her from behind, a tall body wrapping arms around her shoulders and pulling her into a hug.
"Hey, Chloe!" Aubrey exclaims happy, letting go of a still shocked Chloe. Aubrey looks at the wall and smiles happily. "Isn't this the cutest thing ever? Most of us actually went on and succeeded our 'Most Likely To's."
"Aubrey… why is Beca's photo on the wall? She didn't even graduate high school."
"Uhhhh…." Aubrey pauses, taking a step away from Chloe as the redhead turns around and glares at her best friend. "Something about getting an honorary diploma…"
"You knew, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?" Chloe asks in disbelief. "Or give me a warning or something!"
"If I gave you a warning, you wouldn't have come."
"You're damn right, I wouldn't. Bree, I don't want to be here with her." Chloe complains, knowing that it's still absolutely ridiculous to be hung up over her ex for a decade.
"It's been ten years, Chloe and-"
"And she never apologized for what she did." Chloe interrupts, holding her hand up to Aubrey's face. Aubrey nods understandingly before excusing herself, muttering something about finding Amy and leaving Chloe alone to think.
Chloe makes her way through the house, locating a bedroom to take over for the weekend. She throws her duffel bag on the ground and sits on the bed, head in her hands as she replays the worst day of her life in her head.
Chloe walks down the hallways of Barden High School with her heart in her stomach. She had just gotten the news that Beca had dropped out of high school and moved across the country to Los Angeles to, as Stacie described it, 'pursue an opportunity that she couldn't pass up'. But Chloe knew the truth. She reaches her locker and exhales loudly, leaning her head against the cold metal of the door. Her fist comes in contact with the locker, a loud banging resonating off of the walls as tears stream down her face.
She hears footsteps running up from behind her, not moving from her spot to look at the person she knew was standing behind her.
"Chloe, please, just talk to me." Aubrey pleads with her.
"Go away, Aubrey." Chloe mumbles against the locker, sniffling softly.
"Please, talk to me…"
"There's nothing to say. She's gone. She doesn't fucking care and it's obviously very apparent."
Beca steps out of the rental car and looks towards the house in front of her. She removes her sunglasses, sticking them in the collar of her shirt before hearing footsteps next to her. Her personal assistant, Spencer, walks up beside her while messing around on her phone.
"You sure you're ready for this, boss?" Spencer asks, looking up from her phone to see Beca staring blankly at the house.
"You mean am I sure I'm ready to see the girl whose life I destroyed while making the biggest mistake of my life? No, but… I'll be okay." Beca says confidently.
"Are you going to talk to her about it… or?"
"I highly doubt she wants to hear what I have to say, but if she'll listen, yes. I made a mistake with Chloe and I've regretted it every day for the last ten years. I just don't know. She'll probably avoid me all weekend." Beca shrugs as they make their way towards the house.
Beca and Spencer step inside the house, hearing a commotion in the kitchen, immediately heading up there to see Amy, Stacie, Jesse, Aubrey, and Chloe crowded around the table writing out name tags for everyone at the reunion tomorrow.
"Be-Caw!" Jesse exclaims, throwing his Sharpie on the table and standing up. "You made it. And who is this blonde beauty next to you?"
"My assistant, perv." Beca playfully shoves her best friend before pulling him into a hug. "I've told you this already. I still have to work while I'm here."
"Oh, right, the ever so famous music producer, Beca Mitchell, can never take a three day break." Jesse jokes as he leads Beca to the table while Spencer looks around. Beca sits down next to Jesse, avoiding eye contact with the redhead sitting across the table from her. "We're just helping Aubrey make name tags."
"Because Posen is the most likely to get what she wants, I assume." Beca chuckles as she grabs a sharpie and helps write down names on the list Aubrey had given Jesse.
"Shut up, Mitchell." Aubrey quips back. "We all know that most of us achieved what our classmates predicted."
Beca glares at Aubrey for a split second before returning to writing out names on the white name tags. Chloe stays silent, looking up at Beca every few seconds and trying to keep her composure.
Spencer watches her boss in the background before looking at the wall at all of the school pictures.
"It's cool, isn't it?" Benji says from beside her.
"What's the whole 'most likely to' thing about?" Spencer asks while continuing reading everyone's predictions.
"Well, we all couldn't be 'most likely to succeed' so… our classmates wrote out predictions of what we'd be most likely to do. Like me, for instance, Most Likely To Be The Next Houdini." Benji points to his picture, "I'm a magician, so they used that to write mine."
"And did you become the next Houdini?" Spencer asks, looking toward the awkward looking boy.
"I went on to be a professional magician, but I could never be as good as Harry Houdini." Benji says modestly.
"Why is Beca's blank?" Spencer points out while looking at Beca's class photo.
"Chloe had it edited out when Beca left high school before graduation."
"What did it say?"
"Most Likely To Knock Someone Up!?" Beca exclaims in disbelief. "Seriously? Just because everyone in the school knows that I'm intersex doesn't mean that I just sleep around with every girl I can!"
Chloe sits on the desk in the Yearbook Committee office and shrugs.
"You better not be sleeping around with anyone but me."
"I'm not, but why would they even assume I can even knock someone up?" Beca groans.
Chloe sits in silence, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes avoid Beca as she inhales sharply, twiddling her thumbs as her legs kick the desk.
"Because you can." Chloe admits flatly.
"What?" Beca asks, turning to look at her girlfriend.
"Beca, I'm pregnant."
