Aaron Hotchner One-Shots

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Pairings: greaser!Aaron Hotchner x soc!fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Jeniffer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia | minor: Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan

Words: 7.2K

Summary: A bubbly hard-headed soc gets into a few sticky situations and no one's there to help her besides the grumpy greaser with a heart of gold

Warnings: swearing, smoking (don't do it it's bad >:(), emotionally neglectful parents, some sleazy guys try and grab reader (twice but nothing happens)

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"What do you mean you're ditching third period?" you grumbled at JJ, your best friend as you leaned on the locker next to hers.

"You're telling me you actually want to do derivatives?" she raised a brow at you.

"Of course I don't want to do derivatives, but I also don't want to fall behind, the class is hard enough as it is," you noted after she closed her locker shut, both your binders in hand while you walked down the hall.

You were in junior year, almost at the end, but not quite yet.

Your pearl earrings dangled from your ears while you and JJ continued to chat, coming through the hall that would lead you to your math class. This part of the school was where most of the greasers hung out. You and JJ were socs, and if anyone knew one thing well it was that greasers and socs didn't mix.

Personally, you didn't understand the rivalry or division quite as much as everyone else, you thought it to be trivial, but to the rest of the city, hell even the state it was the biggest deal in the world.

So you thought maybe a well-meaning teasing comment wouldn't strike such a nerve, but then again, you had been known to be mistaken on a few accounts.

There was a greaser in his senior year, everyone around knew him as Hotch, you weren't sure you'd ever heard his first name before. But he was a little different than the rest. Yes, he dressed the same and smoked cigarettes by the bleachers with his little group of friends, but you noticed him. He tried harder in school, cleaned himself up as much as he could. You didn't think he even deserved the moniker greaser because you didn't think you'd seen him use a product of any sort in his hair on any occasion.

"Hey Hotch!" you called. "Where's the grease?" you pointed to your hair and he rolled his eyes, lifting his middle finger at you causing you to frown while he told you to fuck off.

"Jeez, it was just a joke," you shrugged and looked over at JJ.

"Not sure anyone here's in the mood for jokes darlin',"

"I guess you're right,"

After a bit more convincing, JJ did not skip your third period and suffered through with you, but only on the condition that you would join her at a garage party on the other side of town that night.

Parties were only your scene when you were in the mood and you figured with all that school and your parents had been throwing at you (or more like lack of any sort of attention from your parents) this past week you deserved a bit of a break. So JJ came to pick you up at nine under the guise of going to catch a movie at the drive-in together.

The party was fun for about two and a half hours before you started to feel uncomfortable. JJ was off chatting it up with some boy, he lived a town over and from what you heard his name was Will La Montagne, but she was far too distracted to pay much attention to you so you decided to call it a night.

The more you thought about it, the further you were from the party and more into town you were. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be walking around late at night all alone.