REED? FUNNY SOCKS - S1. EP. 1
the rest of the world's decided its the start of fall, even if summer only ends when august does. for students, the firey hope rekindled by summer ends when lab partners are assigned.
wherein you and spencer meet for the first time, and fate's clock starts ticking.
SERIES MASTERLIST | characters: spencer reid, user, and boring science teacher | warnings: none!
Its August, a cool start to the school year. Everyone's baking apple pie, people's kitchens are filling up with the smell of cinnamon and honey, and suddenly everyone has a box of chai tea bags in their shopping cart.
To one person, this is the most annoying thing on earth. Summer is until August 31 people! Lucky for you, this boy--this awkward, scrangly, "he would be a lot cuter with a better haircut", boy--is exactly who you're writing about as you curl up in your cozy little bed and journal with ink that never not smudges.
So, lets wind it back a bit.
You dreaded everything about today. Going to school? Ugh. Having breakfast that made you feel like you want to puke out because you hate eating in the morning? Double ugh. Cafeteria food that smells like a seniors' home? Triple ugh. But there was one, big, giant ugh of the day that made you want to crawl out of the window you were stared at everyday.
Quadruple ugh raised to like, the power of 30 students.
The class erupted into the loud groan, snapping you back to the moment. Funny timing, you thought. It was the same groan this same lab met every year no matter the circumstance. If babies come into the world crying, what more teens going into a laboratory with the most boring Science teacher on the planet?
"Yes, lab partners this year will be assigned by me. You kids need to learn how to adapt to people you don't know--or don't like. I expect it will be the latter. You teens are brutal, don't like anyone." Professor Barnes hummed. The man was middle-aged but already had a full head of white hair. Pitiful. You hoped--hope you won't turn out like that. He pulled down his glasses with a squint of his eyes, and for some reason, a pucker of his lips, to read out his chosen pairs.
Wait how do you spell that?
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