Disclaimer I don't own Pitch Perfect at all, although I wish I did.
AN: So, I decided to try out something new that I've never read or wrote. I'm all up for any comments or anything you have to say about this fic or my others. I'm actually really proud of this, and I'm already writing the second chapter.
Aubrey studied her class. School had started back up three months ago and her classes continued to surprise her every single day, never failing to put a smile on her face. Chloe, ever the gem, also had a class on the opposite end of the school, her wife of four years. The two had been looking into adopting a little girl or boy for a while, but they could never find the perfect one. They both loved kids, and every one they had met was perfect in their own way, yet no matter how hard they tried, there was never the one. That was one of the reasons they were grateful for being teachers. They could spend hours with every child in their lives, and were sad when the school year was over, but they always knew another bunch would be coming in, in the next few months.
Chloe taught grades younger than Aubrey, anywhere from second to fifth grade, whereas Aubrey herself taught grades fifth through eighth. Chloe was an art major, teaching art and music, although she usually taught both in a year, depending on what the school needed each year. Aubrey was a history teacher, usually having to teach about, not only history, but civics and geography too, as they both worked in a private school. They had originally met in Atlanta Georgia, both attending the same college, Barden university. The two had a music theory class together their first year, and would later join the same a Capella group.
After a few weeks, their relationship had turned into something more, leading them to spending more time together and later evolving into spending most of their time with each other. Chloe had made the first move, kissing the blonde when they were studying, which the blonde had reciprocated, and took their friendship into a love-filled relationship. They continued to live their lives together, moving in with each other in a small apartment right outside of Santa Monica, California. There, they had both landed a job as a teacher within a few months, and had later gotten married at the ages of 25 and 26, Chloe being older by just a few months. Over the few years that they had been working at the school, they had met many friends, having known no one from moving there.
More often than not, they have small get together's at the end of the week, with other teachers and people they knew. Wine, movies and dinner would be present throughout the evening, usually ending in a small buzz, but nothing more. When the year had started, her class was as quiet as could be, but as the first couple of weeks dragged on, their creative personalities had come out, something that Aubrey was proud of, knowing that it meant they trusted her and could be open, one of the most important things Aubrey and Chloe valued, other than each other. There was one girl who had caught both of their eyes, someone who had been in one of Chloe's classes last year, and was now in Aubrey's class.
The girl was in her second to last class of the day, although it was actually, both Aubrey and Chloe's last class to teach, although the sixth grader still had an hour of school left. She had excellent grades, passing every class she was ever in effortlessly. The preteen was quiet, something that surprised the blonde, as her whole class was wild with energy. Aubrey watched the brunette's behavior, her dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, uniform too big. Her shoulder were hunched over, head down, obviously trying to play it off as if she wasn't paying attention, though her pencil was moving rapidly over her paper. The girl didn't have friends, it wasn't hard to tell when she was the first to class daily, choosing to sit by herself, rather than by the other girls her age.
Aubrey had gone over her class list with Chloe, as did Chloe with Aubrey, and when she had come over the girl, Chloe had told her to keep an eye out, but not in a bad way. There were days that she would show up to class, bruises littering her pale skin, tears in her eyes. Aubrey had known, from what Chloe had told her and what she had found out herself, that the girl was being bullied, and she had problems at home, but there was nothing that either women could do to help. She had learned the brunette had grown up in different foster homes, all across the country, and she was in one that she had been in for just over a year, most likely a keeper.
She had beautiful eyes, from the few times either of them had seen her look up, her hair ratted and not taken care of or trimmed in a while. She still had a soft, baby face look to her, even though it was covered by the bruises and often red marks, that were bigger than her own hands, sometimes roughly the same size. She had heard cases of foster children getting none of the benefits of the money the government grants to the foster parents, but she hoped it wasn't in relation to the barely four foot brunette in her class.
"Alright, the only homework you have for tonight is to read chapter five, and the crossword relating to it." Aubrey said, watching as the kids' shoulders relaxed, grins spreading across their faces at the minimal homework they had. She walked towards the middle of the second out of five rows, nearing the student's desk, before bending over. "Rebeca, can I see you at my desk, please?"
AN: Should I leave the title as it is, "You Amaze Me, You Blue Eyed Baby", or change it to "Her Eyes Tell An Unreadable Story"? Please review and let me know if you want me to continue this and what should happen. Thanks! ~ Cora