Aubrey flattened out the dress she was wearing as she looked around the entrance of the school. She muttered under her breath, still not able to comprehend exactly why she was actually waiting for Chloe, other than to make sure she kept her promise of never speaking to her again. If there was one type of person she couldn't deal with, it was the type of Chloe Beale, and it only took her ten minutes to realize that Chloe was intolerable.

"Aubrey Posen!" Sighing loudly, Aubrey turned to face Chloe, who was running up the stairs. She looked away as the redhead's horribly short skirt began to ride up, shaking her head. Once Chloe was standing in front of her the redhead straightened her outfit and smiled. "You showed up."

"I just want you to leave me alone. I'm here—I'm holding up my end of the deal. After this tour, you need to hold up your end." Chloe frowned a little but then replaced the expression with a bright smile.

"Of course. Right, well, let's go. I'll show you around and give you some information on the important people that go here," she promised.

"Sounds fascinating."

The pair started forward and Chloe held the door open for Aubrey. The blonde rolled her eyes—it was obvious the redhead was doing so only to try and get on Aubrey's good side. When they got into the school and began walking down the corridor, Chloe stopped short. Aubrey looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"What is it?"

"That there," Chloe began, pointing at a brunette girl with a bunch of ear monstrosities that made Aubrey physically cringe, "is Beca Mitchell. She's with my crowd. We're the tits of this school." Aubrey laughed and it made Chloe pout. "What's so funny?"

"You all seem like a bunch of—"

"Chloe, hey!" Beca called, just noticing the redhead. She started over to the two of them and Aubrey prayed that she would stay for only a short word and then get as far away from Aubrey as possible. "Who's this? She's hot—is she yours?"

"Am I hers? Seriously? What am I—a piece of property?" Aubrey snapped. Beca laughed and threw her arm around Aubrey's shoulders, not noticing as Aubrey tried to shrug her off.

"That's Aubrey Posen. Regular church-girl, just moved here from out of state. Her mom just died," Chloe stated. Aubrey stared in awe at the redhead, trying to understand how she got that information. "What?" Chloe asked, seeing Aubrey's look. "I do my research."

"A church girl? Hanging out with Chloe Fucking Beale? This is totally going to end well for you," Beca said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Aubrey rolled her eyes and Beca leaned in to whisper in Aubrey's ear. "She's going to convert you to our religion within a week tops."

"C'mon, Becs. Go back to whoring around and let me continue with our tour." Beca laughed once more and sauntered off and Aubrey knew she was going to have to go to confession just for being a part of that conversation. "So, what do you think of me? Am I going to Hell because I'm bisexual?"

"I'm Roman Catholic. Not all Catholics believe that homosexuals—and any variation—are going to Hell. I honestly don't see why someone would be damned for being who they are, unless it's morally wrong."

"Well, good. Because any other answer would've gotten you shoved in a locker."

"You're really good at playing the high school cheerleader-type, aren't you?"

"Very. Anyway, there's a party on Saturday. You should go. I'll text you the address and time," Chloe told her.

"No. We had a deal. And I would never give you my number anyway."

"No need—I already have it. What homeroom are you in?"

"One-forty-two," she replied, not knowing whether or not she wanted to find out how Chloe got her number.

"Great! We're here now," Chloe said, shoving into Aubrey from the side so that they landed in an empty classroom.

"You didn't even finish the tour. How am I going to find my other classes?" Aubrey asked.

"I guess I'll just have to walk you to each one."

"That wasn't part of the deal, Chloe."

"The deal was that if you let me give you a tour, I wouldn't talk to you again once the tour ended. We never agreed on the length of the tour. I just decided I wanted it to be all day long."

"Why can't you just leave me alone? I don't want you to give me a tour. I don't want to speak to you. I don't want to know you. I don't want to see you. Please, just let me be," Aubrey told her. Chloe opened her mouth to speak, and though her jaw remained open, no words came out. She looked genuinely shocked—hurt, even—and Aubrey awkwardly rubbed her forearms before taking a seat in an empty desk near the front of the room.

"Why do you hate me? We don't even know each other," Chloe pointed out.

"I don't know you, but I know your personality type. Reckless, delinquent-y, and all-around bad news. I don't want to know a person like that. So please just stop following me around and stop trying to be my friend. I have no interest."

"I don't even think delinquent-y is a word."

"Did you seriously disregard everything I just said?"

"I thought that religious people were supposed to love everyone or whatever. You don't care that I'm bisexual but you care about my reputation? Some Catholic you are. Wait here when the bell for first period rings. I'll come to walk you to class."

Chloe walked out of the room without giving Aubrey time to respond. The blonde rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat, hoping the day would just have hurried up and been over with. Of course, with her luck, that was hardly how it went.

Note: Hi guys! A big thanks to 'g', chloehuh, and cookierhys10 for their kind reviews! The chapters are really short, so I hope that no one has been losing their patience with the lack of action happening :T

Also, I am going to be starting a new story soon (either Rebekoline or Chaubrey-I'm still not entirely sure) so if you could check it out once it's up, that'd be great!

And am I the only one who is permanently paralyzed from Brittany Snow's adorableness?