Corruption

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Chapter 1
Spencer walked through the door, his usual charm radiating off him.

He leaned down and whispered something to our blonde college professor at the front of the room. She nodded and he made his way to a seat in the back.

My eyes followed him the entire way, I was captured by his handsomeness. I loved the way he pushed his hair back, and the way his bag hung loosely on his shoulder. I could stare at him all day.

At that moment though, he glanced towards me and I had to look away quickly.

"Alright class, let's get started." the blonde professor was standing at the front of the room then and I was forced to stop thinking about Spencer Reid.
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The rest of the day I caught glimpses of him. He was always laughing or smiling, which made me melt. I wanted to just run up to him, grab his face and push his lips to mine.

I was now headed to my last class of the day and I was in a pretty good mood since Spencer was in this class.

I rounded the corner and into the classroom. Not many people had arrived yet. Just about three or four. But my heart nearly stopped when I saw him. Spencer was sitting in the front row, his eyes focused on the piece of paper on his desk. He leaned over the desk, scribbling furiously with the pencil in his hand.

But that wasn't what made my heart nearly stop. He was sitting in the seat next to the one I always sit in. I debated on sitting in another desk but decided against it. I really liked Spencer and the opportunity to be that close to him might not come again.

So, I scrambled to the seat next to him and plopped down in it, trying not to make it seem like my heart was about to pop out of my chest.

Spencer didn't notice me at all though, and if he did, he sure didn't act like he did. He was still focused on the piece of paper.

Only did he stop when our professor had to yell at him to pay attention. It was then it seemed that he noticed where he was and that I was sitting next to him.

He looked at me curiously, scribbled something on the piece of paper, handed it to me, and then shifted his attention to the professor.

I looked down at the paper in my hands.

DO NOT OPEN THIS UNTIL YOU GET HOME.
-SPENCER

I read the little note over and over, ideas racing through my head on what he could have written inside the little piece of paper.

Finally, our professor dismissed us and Spencer raced out of the room. I picked up my bag and scurried out of the room, hurrying to get home so I could read the paper.

As soon as I made it to my little apartment, I opened the piece of paper as fast as my hands would allow me.

It was a drawing of me, a very good drawing at that. It was the day we had been in drawing class, our professor had told us to draw the prettiest thing we had ever seen. I had drawn a lily. And Spencer had drawn me.