Stay Away (S.R. x reader)

A/N and Chapter 1

A/N

Hey guys thanks for clicking on this hope you enjoy it. Just a T/W in how Spencer is very troubled from being in prison and losing his job that he is very changed in this story. So T/W for drug use, alcohol, swearing, mental health, and more along those lines.

Since this is my first FanFic the first few chapters are a bit rocky but please bear with me, it improves. You'll also notice that the chapters are a bit short this is because I try to post a new chapter every day.

Voting and commenting is greatly appreciated and also if you are a fellow writer leave your stories down below I would love to check them out!

In terms of visualization imagine post-prison Reid and this is how the apartment looks:

Hallway:

Rooms:

Daniel Madden played by Robbie Amell:

Probably should have done that on a separate part but now onto the story:

Chapter 1

I  was a confident girl, everyone who knew me said that I always spoke my mind, I couldn't deny the truth behind that. If I saw a hot guy across the street I would call out to him, he would most likely come over and strike up a conversation only for me to politely decline any further advances. This was because after years I finally came to the conclusion that dating really isn't for me... at all.

I didn't consider myself poor but when I opened the door to my new apartment I started to think differently. Sadly, this was the only place I could afford since my parents cut me off: a one-room apartment in a dodgy area. When I say dodgy I mean dodgy. Drug dealers, drug users, homeless people, and all that shit. It was obvious too because the sounds outside of my door were definitely not quiet.

I shrugged off my bags and sat on the bed that was placed awkwardly in the room. The springs groaned in response and poked into my butt, I winced.

Whilst sitting there, I decided to get some work done as I had just landed a new job at this big company that my dad had organized. My parents had not wanted me to cruise through life which is why they left me with no money even though, they were very wealthy. However, they didn't want to make it impossible so they got me this job at my father's company.

I don't think they had ever really viewed me as their own daughter, instead, I was their little experiment, and how I loathed them for that.

Suddenly, this horrible loud music started blasting in one of the rooms next to me. I rolled my eyes and put my headphones on my ear hoping to tune it out with my own music. But it seemed to be getting louder and louder. So I once again turned my music up but in vain. It felt as if this person's music was scratching on the inside of my ear. When I swear it was at the highest volume possible I decided I would not stand another second of it.

I marched down the hallway and hammered my fist against the door of the room the music was coming from.

The door opened almost immediately to reveal a very handsome, tall man standing before me. He had long, brown, curly hair that complemented his face and deep brown hazelnut eyes that seemed to stare into my soul. His jawline was sharp and a small amount of facial hair complimented it perfectly. It was obvious that he seemed to experience trouble as his face was clouded with bruises.

I was completely thrown off by this man that towered over me.

'What the fuck do you want?' He asked, one hand resting on the door frame the other holding a cigarette.

I was alerted back to the situation, 'Turn down that music, I can't even hear my own thoughts!' I shouted trying to make my voice heard over the uproar of his stupid music. 

He took a puff of his cigarette before leaning in close to my face, I could feel and smell his breath on my face. If I were being honest I would say he smelt nice. 'I can do what I want.' He whispered slowly.

I was shocked at how this strange, but very handsome man was treating me. I believe it was clear of my shock as he smirked at me, eyeing me up and down before shutting the door violently. I stuck the finger up at him from behind the door, even though I knew he probably couldn't see, and turned on my heels back to my room. However, as I walked away I swore he turned the music up.

'JERK!' I yelled, seething. Someone who was at his door in the hallway gave me a death stare. 'Sorry, I- he's just being really rude and- I'm Y/N.' I didn't want to be on bad terms with all my neighbors. The man just rolled his eyes at me and went back inside his room. Great, things going spectacular already.

Yet I couldn't stop thinking about that hot, but rude man.

When I was in my room, I realized how late it was and crawled into bed. The room was dark, without any room for natural light, so I banged my toe on a strange object that was impossible to make out. Finally, when I made it into bed, I found even under the covers, I thought about him.

'Why do all the assholes have to be so goddamn attractive.' I whispered to myself, finding that statement to be very true in all past dating experiences.