Prompt: How about a Chaubrey that tells of how they first met and fell in love.
Electronis Zappa
A/N: I hope this is what you sorta wanted. All prompts for all ships will now be here. So I will transfer my Bechloe and Staubrey prompts to here. Prompts always welcome.
Aubrey didn't want to be here. She didn't even know why she was here. So what if she was a prefect? Why did she have to be the one helping to supervise Friday detention? She had an Economics assignment that was due Monday and if it wasn't done by at least 10 P.M tonight she knew her father would go on his usual rant about how "Posen's are held to the highest standards of behaviour as well as intellect." She loved Economics, but she was sick of her father on her back about it every day. He was on her back about all her classes and all she wanted was for him to be proud of her, just once, she wanted her father to pat her on the back and say: "I'm proud of you."
She was pulled out of her thoughts by an out of breath redhead at the door. "Sorry I'm late."
The teacher supervising stood up and crossed his arms. "Another week's detention Ms Beale. Please refrain from making this a habit this year." He sighed and motioned towards an empty desk at the back of the classroom.
The blonde couldn't take her eyes off the girl who had literally just tripped over a chair on her way to the desk, all the while looking way to enthusiastic to be in detention. When she looked up and caught the blonde watching her she raised a questioning eyebrow before raising her hand. "Sir, I need help with my Calc work." The teacher shot a look at Aubrey who managed to regain control of herself long enough to walk over to the redhead's desk. The ginger looked up at her smiling and offered her the seat next to her as she pulled out her textbook.
Aubrey rolled her eyes. She hated Calculus, but she was a prefect and that meant helping other students. She just had to remember to keep her eyes on the work in front of her and not on the way this girl's smile seemed to brighten her own mood, or the fact that she had baby blue eyes that contrasted perfectly against her pale skin. Keep it together, Posen. She took a deep breath as she started to help the girl with her homework.
The redhead leaned back in her seat after a couple minutes and tilted her head at the blonde. "I'm Chloe!" She introduced herself excitedly.
"Aubrey." The blonde replied curtly, not taking her eyes off the textbook in front of her.
"You're pretty. You'd be great on the cheer squad."
Aubrey rolled her eyes again. "I'd rather get into a good college for my mind rather than standing on an oval shouting 'Go team, go.'"
Chloe raised her eyebrows. "Is that what you think of us?" Aubrey knew Chloe's kind. She was a cheerleader. Head cheerleader to be exact. She wasn't exactly the smart kind.
"You know what I think? I think you're a princess, who has no real concept of an intelligent thought, let alone the basic behaviour to keep yourself out of detention." Aubrey replied before getting up as the teacher dismissed them.
Chloe got up and packed her things before quickly following the blonde. "And you're what? The intelligent, outspoken bitch that has to control everything?" A pause. "Life isn't as stereotypical as you think it is Aubrey. You'll work that out quickly." She quipped before walking off.
Monday rolled around and Aubrey took a deep breath as she headed to an audition for the school's music club. She loved to sing but she didn't feel the need to join a club until her father suggested that she gain some extra credit before college applications were due.
The sight Aubrey found when she entered the music room was baffling. She noticed a few students she's had to deal with in the past as a prefect. It seemed there was at least one of every high school clique in this room. Singing. Together. There was a jock, a nerd, a theatre geek, the school badass, and at the front of the group was Chloe. Aubrey knocked and the redhead whipped around, a smirk on her lips. "Come to audition?"
Aubrey bit her lip and nodded as she headed into the classroom. "Can we talk first?" She figured that after finding this sight, she would apologize to Chloe. Chloe nodded and followed the blonde out. "I wanted to apologize for what I said on Friday. It was entirely inappropriate of me."
Chloe nodded. "Thank you. Next time get to know me before assuming."
Aubrey nodded. "Why were you in detention? If you don't mind me asking."
"I was late to class because I was sitting a college entrance exam." Aubrey's eyes widened.
"Can't count on a cheerleading scholarship. Like you said. I want to get into college for my mind." This news surprised Aubrey. Well, she really should stop being surprised by the cheerleader because as the redhead has previously pointed out, stereotypes are pointless.
"I'll keep that in mind because I would like to get to know you. Away from school and stereotypes." The blonde let out a slight chuckle. Only meaning it as a gesture of good will. Sure the redhead was attractive but she had a plan. Graduate, college, then relationships.
"Then let's go out." Chloe smiled a megawatt smile that was full of confidence and enthusiasm. Maybe Aubrey could relax on that plan and see where this will go?
"What?" Aubrey's eyes widened. Chloe couldn't be serious. Why would a cheerleader want to go out with a prefect? Damn it Aubrey! Stop thinking that way. She's just a girl, nothing more, nothing less. Just a girl who you can't stop looking at, or thinking about.
"You heard me." The redhead crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Let's go out and get to know each other. I kind of dig the whole uptight, preppy thing." She winked as the blonde looked down to hide the blush rising up her cheeks.
"Yeah, sure." Maybe stereotypes aren't always right. Maybe things aren't all that they seem. Four years on and in their senior year of college and she's still madly in love with the redheaded girl that bursted late into detention, broke down the meaning of stereotypes and changed the way Aubrey saw the world.
