Author's 1st Note: Hey, guys! This new fic is inspired by a story I wrote when I was in middle school. With a few tweaks I thought it would make a cute Bechloe fic, so here it is!

For those of you also currently reading my other Bechloe fic, "I Hate You," don't worry! That fic is no where near done, and I will be updating both stories simultaneously.

Hope you guys enjoy this one! :)

Now, without further adieu, I give you:

The Health Assignment

"Chloe! Come on, you've been in there for half an hour already!" Chloe's older sister, Carrie, was pounding on the bathroom door in an attempt to get her younger sister out as soon as possible. "Finish your makeup in your own damn room!"

Chloe rolled her eyes. If only Carrie knew how it was her fault Chloe was like this in the first place. A big sister was supposed to be a positive leader. Someone who always supported and helped their younger siblings blossom into their own person. Not brainwash them into acting like an exact clone of them.

Thank God college was just a year and a half away. With her Junior year almost over, Chloe was looking forward to graduating high school and leaving to a new school far, far away from her hometown.

Atlanta was great, but Chloe was tired of being who she was there. She wanted a change. A fresh start. A place where she could be herself and not have to worry about what others thought about her.

"Chloe!"

But for now, Chloe needed to get her ass out of the bathroom before her sister kicked the door down.

"I'm coming!"

With a groan, Chloe packed up her makeup and opened the door, screaming when she found her sister with a bright green mask smeared all over her face.

"Bout time you get out," Carrie said, pushing passed Chloe to get into the bathroom and putting a hand on the door. "I had to wash this thing off ten minutes ago!"

Before Chloe could give any sort of response, Carrie slammed the door in her face.

"Bitch," Chloe muttered under her breath, sighing before turning to walk back to her room.

Luckily Chloe's morning routine was almost complete when her sister rudely kicked her out of the bathroom they shared, and she finished in time to get to the bus stop early.

She had enough time to heat up some Pop Tarts or Eggo waffles, but with Carrie already giving her shit this early in the morning, Chloe wanted nothing more than to just get out of the house.

She sat at the bus stop in peace, reading over the upcoming chapter in her Chemistry book, until the sound of heavy breathing and running suddenly came from her left. Chloe looked to see who it was and quickly shoved her Chemistry book into her bag.

"Shit," Beca panted, one hand holding the strap of her backpack, while the other held onto her chest. "Did I miss the bus?" she asked.

Chloe quirked a brow at her, "If you did, you think I'd still be here?"

"Wow," Beca said, her eyes opening wider for a second as she sat down on the opposite side of the bench. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of their throne today."

Chloe narrowed her eyes, "Funny," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she scrolled through her phone. "Maybe if you actually put some effort into your morning routine and woke up earlier, you wouldn't have to worry about missing the bus for once."

"Touché," Beca said, shrugging. She smirked to herself before quietly stretching across the bench and making Chloe yelp when she suddenly appeared right next to her ear. "But where would the fun be in that?"

Chloe groaned as she glared at her and scooted her body away from Beca, making Beca laugh.

"You're incorrigible," Chloe muttered, shaking her head and looking back down at her phone.

"Ooh," Beca said, leaning back to sit on her side. "That's a pretty big word for you, Princess." Chloe looked at her again, but this time, she was straight up annoyed. "Didn't know they taught such vocabulary in the Royal Academy."

Chloe smiled, sarcastically, "Surprised you even know what it means."

Beca snorted, "Who says I do?"

Chloe's smile fell and she rolled her eyes.

Beca Mitchell had been a pain in her ass since her family moved in next door four years ago. Chloe thought it would be nice having another girl around who wasn't her sister, but Beca quickly gained a reputation of getting into trouble and slacking off in school, which were qualities Chloe could not risk getting tangled up in.

Chloe had goals. She had a specific future she was working towards, and she going to let some pretty, little, alt girl get in the way of that.

Oh, yeah… that was another problem.

Chloe harbored a dark secret she swore she wouldn't expose until she reached college.

She was gay.

It wasn't too much of a big deal to be gay in their neck of the woods. Atlanta was a pretty progressive city, after all. Hell, Beca Mitchell was an out and proud lesbian, and all that ever did was up her popularity, if anything.

But Chloe already had an image to maintain that had pretty much been thrust upon her by her sister many years ago. After following it for so long, it was like Chloe didn't even know how to be anyone else. At least not in her current surroundings.

She was sure a new state, a new school, and new peers would give her that "umph" she needed to bring out her true self. Chloe wasn't this superficial, makeup and fashion obsessed "popular" girl who only cared about shopping and boys.

No. In fact, Chloe didn't really care much for any of those things. Science, music and girls were what truly fascinated her, and Chloe couldn't wait to be free to explore them all.

But until then, Chloe was forced to maintain her fake, plastic facade, making sure to never give any hints towards the fact that she actually had a secret crush on Beca Mitchell.

She had managed to keep her shit together this long, so, what was one more year and a half?

The bus arrived a moment later and Chloe was the first to stand up and board. She smiled when she spotted her best friends, Aubrey and Stacie, waving at her from their usual middle seat and walked towards them to take the empty seat next to them.

"Hey, guys," Chloe greeted, placing her bag next to her so she could turn into the aisle to face them.

"Hey," Aubrey smiled.

"Morning, Chloe," Stacie grinned, stretching her legs toward Chloe to get her to look at her feet.

Chloe gasped when her eyes landed on what Stacie was trying to show off.

"Oh my gosh, I love your shoes, Stace!" Chloe fake gushed, taking in the red and gold heels. "Are they new?"

Stacie nodded, "You know it. Seven-hundred and twenty-five dollars new."

Chloe's jaw dropped, "What?!" Stacie smirked and nodded again. "You're dad bought you seven-hundred and twenty-five dollar sho–"

"Hate to interrupt the girly-fest," Beca suddenly said, smiling tightly. "But if you could just–" She nudged Chloe's legs with her foot, and pushed them to the side. "Move out of the way, that'd be great." Her smile didn't falter when Chloe glared at her and she winked as she took a dramatic step forward.

"God, she's annoying," Aubrey muttered, watching Beca sit between two boys at the back of the bus.

"I think she's kinda hot," Stacie smirked, earning a swat on the arm from Aubrey.

"Stacie!" she said, making Stacie laugh. "That's gross."

Stacie looked at her, "Have you always been homophobic?" she teased.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, "I'm not homophobic. I just don't like Beca Mitchell. Her attitude sucks and she annoys the shit out of me." She then turned her attention to Chloe, "I mean, you live next to her. Don't you agree?"

Chloe had been a little distracted by watching Beca as well, but not in the way Aubrey was, and she quickly snapped out of her thoughts to respond.

"Hm?" Chloe hummed, blinking. "Oh, yeah. Totes. She's super annoying."

And so, so hot…

Between maintaining her facade and actually trying to pay attention in class, Chloe was mentally exhausted by the time sixth period came around. Health class wasn't particularly her most favorite subject, but Chloe was at least grateful it didn't require much mental effort.

Health was an easy subject to learn. Most of it was common sense. Unless, of course, you were one of the many overly horny teenaged boys who only payed attention when breasts or female genitalia were displayed on the projector.

Oh, boys…

Chloe sighed quietly as she sat down in her seat and dropped her bag to the ground. She almost jumped when a hand suddenly appeared on her left shoulder, but she remembered who sat behind her and turned to greet her best friend.

"Hey, Bree," Chloe said, smiling.

"Hey, you okay?" Aubrey said, leaning over her desk. Aubrey may not have known all of Chloe's truths, but they had known each other since the fifth grade, and Aubrey was always pretty good at reading Chloe's emotions.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Chloe said. "Just tired." This was true. Though Chloe wouldn't go into detail as to why.

"Ugh, same," Aubrey said, leaning back in her seat. "I can't wait until this period is over. Stacie and I are thinking about going shopping after school today. Wanna come?"

God. Shopping was the last thing Chloe was in the mood for. In fact, Chloe was already planning on staying up all night to study for her Chemistry test the next day. Since the school year was ending soon, all final assignments and tests impacted final grades substantially. It was very important for Chloe to maintain her 4.2 grade point average.

After all, Stanford wasn't easycollege to get into.

Chloe pouted, "Aww," as if not being able to go shopping was really that upsetting. "I can't. Carrie wanted to have some 'sisterly-bonding' time with me today."

"Oh, boo," Aubrey said, matching Chloe's pout. "That sounds so cute though! How is Carrie? I haven't seen much lately."

"Oh, you know," Chloe said. "She's–" Bossy, annoying, self-centered, intrusive. "The same."

"Aww," Aubrey said again. "You are so lucky to have her as a sister," she smiled. "She's the coolest."

"Yeah," Chloe smiled, tightly, nodding. "The coolest."

If only she knew.

The bell rang and Chloe turned to face the front of the class. Their teacher, Mrs. Harrington, was typing something onto her computer and held up a finger as she continued to type with the other hand.

"Be right with you guys," she said.

Chloe noticed there were three large cardboard boxes stacked behind Mrs. Harrington's desk. They hadn't been there the day before, and Chloe wondered what could possibly be in them.

Some of the other students started to chit-chat quietly as they waited for Mrs. Harrington, but she only took about another minute before she pushed back on her computer chair and stood up.

"Okay!" she smiled, grabbing a stack of papers off of her desk and walking to stand in front of the white board. "Sorry about that. Had to prepare a few things for our lesson today. But before we get to that–" She held up the stack of papers, "Your pop quizzes from Monday are finally graded."

The class erupted into collective groans and whines and Mrs. Harrington chuckled.

"Oh, relax, you guys. I was actually impressed." She puckered her lips as she skimmed over the top corners of the tests, "Most of you did pretty well this time."

She started to stroll through the desk aisles, handing each student their graded quiz, and she winked when she put Chloe's face down.

Mrs. Harrington wasn't your average teacher. She was one of the few gems who actually gave a damn about her students and noticed things about them that would fly over most other teacher's heads. She was observant and her decisions were always calculated.

She knew what kind of reputation Chloe held in the school. But she also knew Chloe's grades didn't reflect that reputation and she patted Chloe's arm before moving on to the next student.

Chloe smiled back at her before lifting the corner of the test. A '10/10' was written at the top with red marker and Chloe's smile spread even wider, into a grin. She aced it.

Of course she aced it.

Chloe felt a tap on her shoulder and quickly put the paper back down.

"What'd you get?" Aubrey asked, leaning over her desk again to get a better view of Chloe's.

Chloe turned her body so she could face Aubrey and blocked the view of her desk.

"Four out of ten," she lied, looking disappointed. "You?"

"Ooh, rough," Aubrey said. "I missed two, so, I got eight of ten."

"Nice!" Chloe smiled, giving her best friend a high five. "Good job."

"Thanks," Aubrey smiled. "Sucks you only got a four though."

Chloe shrugged, "Ah, it's okay. You know what Carrie always says. Why be smart when you can be pretty?"

Oh, yeah. Carrie was that kind of sister.

Aubrey laughed, "She does always say that, doesn't she?"

Chloe's lips pressed together as she nodded, "Yes. She does."

"Ah, Miss Mitchell. So nice of you to join us."

Mrs. Harrington's voice immediately ripped Chloe's attention from Aubrey and she turned back in her chair to see who she knew would be walking into the class with a smug grin on her face.

"Sup, Mrs. H," Beca said.

Yup. There she was.

"Fashionably late, as usual." Mrs. Harrington's voice was laced with disapproval, but she had smile that matched Beca's.

Beca was the kind of girl who was friends with almost all the teachers. Not in a teacher's pet sort of way, but more so in a cool– they find her amusing and tolerate her bullshit– sort of way.

Mrs. Harrington shook her head, "Please take your seat."

Beca saluted her with two fingers, "You got it, teach."

Chloe watched as Beca walked to her desk. Chloe didn't realize she had been staring until Beca made eye contact with her for a moment and winked before smirking and taking her seat next to one of the boys she sat with on the bus.

Chloe quickly jerked her head away, casually cupping a hand over the right side of her face in hopes it would hide the heat she could suddenly feel spreading across her cheeks.

Mrs. Harrington finished passing out the quizzes and returned to her previous position in front of the white board.

"Alright, now that that's finished, I have some exciting news to share with you guys!" She seemed genuinely excited, which could mean a something good, or something terribly, terribly bad was about to be announced. Chloe was eager to find out which. "With only a month and a half left in the school year, I am thrilled to announce your last big project of the year."

Okay… that could be good or bad. So far, it was still fifty-fifty.

"This project is worth half of your final semester grade."

"Wait, what?" a student asked, outloud. "So what does that mean?"

"Well," Mrs. Harrington said, "let's say you currently have an 'A' in this class. If you fail or get a low percentage on this assignment, your final grade will drop to– at the most– a 'C+.'"

Chloe widened her eyes. Okay. The arrow was definitely starting to lean more towards the bad side.

"What!" the student said, encouraging some of the other students to make other comments aloud and to their neighboring friends. "That sucks!"

Mrs. Harrington brought her hands up, "I know, I know, but hang on. I'm not finished yet." She waited until the chatter quieted down before she continued. "You don't have to worry about doing this project all by yourselves, because guess what?" Her grin returned and that's when it became official.

This was definitely something bad!

"You are all going to be partnered up for this assignment," she said. "Isn't that great?"

The chatter from before couldn't amount to the noise that erupted once she made that announcement. Everyone in the class started talking, turning in their seats and pointing across the room towards the people they wanted to be paired with.

Chloe was right along with them and quickly twisted around in her chair.

"Oh my gosh, will you please be my partner?" Chloe wasn't the biggest fan of partner or group projects. She didn't like the idea of her grades being in the hands of someone else, but she knew Aubrey was smart, and working with her on something this important would probably work out fine.

"I was just about to ask you!" Aubrey said, reaching forward to grab Chloe's hands. "Of course I'll be your partner."

"Hang on, hang on!" Mrs. Harrington shouted, loud enough to be heard over everyone else. "Settle down." She waited until her students were quiet again and brought her hands together as she smiled.

Oh, no.

"I didn't say you get to pick your partners."

Chloe's eyes widened and her jaw fell. Was Mrs. Harrington serious? Was she freaking insane?!

The students seemed to blow up at this new information and Mrs. Harrington's expression fell.

"Guys, seriously!" she shouted. "Enough with the interruptions. I need to finish explaining." Her firm tone did the trick to silence everyone and this time they remained quiet.

She turned and walked towards her desk, "The reason you guys are going to be paired is because your final assignment in this class is–" She popped one of the boxes open and reached inside.

Chloe could feel her heart pounding harder in her chest and silently prayed it wasn't what she feared.

Please don't let it be–

"The baby assignment!" Mrs. Harrington held up realistic looking, but definitely totally fake, plastic baby and for once, the class remained silent. It was like everyone was too stunned to talk.

Fuck.

Chloe started to panic. This was awful! Chloe was going to have to take care of a fake baby for the most important assignment of the year, and she didn't even know who she was going to be paired with.

You know what? Scratch that first part. This wasn't awful.

This was horrifying!

"Awh, come on," Mrs. Harrington said, returning to the front of the class with the baby in her hands. "Aren't you guys at least a little excited?"

The class was quiet until an, "I'm not," came from the back of the room.

Mrs. Harrington looked at the source of the voice, "Beca, you're never excited for any of my assignments."

Beca laughed, "True," she said. "Good one, Mrs. H."

Mrs. Harrington shook her head and focused her attention back on the whole class.

"Look, I know this sounds like it's going to be a disaster, but just give it a chance. It could be fun!" She was trying hard to convince her students of something she knew wasn't true. Mrs. Harrington knew this, but she tried anyway, though the student's negative expressions still didn't change.

"Alright." She seemed to have given up on her efforts and turned back around to go back to her computer. She placed the baby on her desk and looked at the screen as she clicked the mouse a few times. "I'll start by announcing the pairs. When your names are called, please come up to receive your baby. I'll explain more of the details to you then to make sure you all know how to take care of it." She typed something into her computer, "We'll start with Sarah and Lucas."

The two students who were called stood up from their chairs and walked over to Mrs. Harrington's desk. Chloe turned to look at Aubrey with wide eyes.

"This is terrifying," she said.

"I know right?" Aubrey agreed. "I can't believe we can't pick our partners. I really wanted it to be you." Her brows furrowed and she pursed her bottom lip in the best puppy dog pout she could muster.

It made Chloe chuckle.

"Aww, Bree," she said, matching her pout. "I wanted it to be you, too."

They watched as Mrs. Harrington explained how the baby worked to the students she had called up. Everyone else was talking amongst themselves, making it impossible for Chloe to actually hear what Mrs. Harrington was saying, but by the physical gestures and worried expressions on her fellow peer's faces, Chloe assumed this assignment was not going to be an easy one.

"I wonder who we're going to get partnered up with," Aubrey said. "I hope I get someone good."

Chloe couldn't have agreed more, "Yeah, me, too."

They continued to converse and watch as other students were called, but the longer time went on, the more both girls grew impatient. At least until,

"Aubrey and Jesse."

"What," Aubrey said, quickly turning around to make eye contact with her partner, Jesse Swanson. He was Beca's best friend, and by size of the grin on his face, Jesse was excited by Mrs. Harrington's choice.

"Aye, alright!" Jesse said, looking at Beca, who was sitting next to him, and giving her a high-five. "I got a smart one!"

"Go get'em, Tiger!" Beca grinned, giving Jesse's bottom a smack as he got up and eagerly walked to Mrs. Harrington.

Aubrey looked back at Chloe, "Oh, God," she said, worry written all over her face.

Chloe tried to cheer her up, "At least he's really nice," she shrugged. It didn't seem to do the trick, because Aubrey squeezed her eyes shut.

"Why is this happening to me?"

"Aubrey," Mrs. Harrington said, again. "Come on up here."

Aubrey reopened her eyes to look at her and her shoulders slumped as she got up from her chair.

"Coming," she muttered, miserably.

Chloe felt a little bad for her friend, but truthly she also found the ordeal pretty funny. Jesse Swanson wasn't a bad guy. In fact, he really was one of the nicest guys in their class. But it was also no secret that Jesse was a bit of a theater nerd and not particularly bright. For a control freak like Aubrey, being partnered with someone like that for a project like this was bound to be an interestingexperience.

Chloe watched as Mrs. Harrington explained the baby details to them both and glanced around the room when she realized she was probably going to be called up shortly after.

Six pairs had already been called, leaving only eight more students, Chloe included, who still hadn't been paired up yet. Out of the seven Chloe was left with, there was one student, Aaron Reynolds, who Chloe thought would be the best choice.

Aaron was a leader in the scholastic team and competed in the school's Academic Decathlons. Sure, being partnered with him wouldn't really go well with her "image," but at least Chloe would be comfortable knowing her partner was smart and would put his best effort into the project.

Then there was one student left who Chloe immediately knew would be the worst option.

That student, was of course, the infamous Beca Mitchell.

There was no way Chloe could work with Beca on a project like this. They would probably drive each other insane! Not to mention Chloe wouldn't be able to trust Beca with her part of the baby care. Beca was the Queen of procrastination and lack of motivation.

No. No way. There was no way Mrs. Harrington would do that to her. Chloe was sure Mr. Harrington was smart enough to know that pairing her with Beca would be a match made in Hell.

When Aubrey returned to her desk, she was holding her fake baby and looking like her favorite tv show had just got canceled.

Chloe tried her best not to laugh, "You okay?" she asked.

Aubrey continued to stare at the baby in silence for a moment, before looking up at Chloe with sad eyes.

"This is the worse day of my life."

Damn. Aubrey was really not helping Chloe with the whole "don't laugh" situation.

But Chloe managed.

"Come on, you don't mean that," she tried, rubbing her friend's arm. "I'm sure everything will turn out fine. I mean, who knows–" She glanced over to where Jesse was excitedly telling Beca about his knew partnership with Aubrey and shrugged. "Maybe you'll like working with him."

Aubrey's head was still down, but her eyes looked up to glare at Chloe.

"Yeah, right." She sighed, "Well I guess your partnership couldn't be worse than mine and Jesse's."

"Beca and Chloe."

Or… maybe it could.

Author's 2nd Note: Awh, shit! This is gonna be fun. ;)

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