DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic

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I moped around my apartment for the rest of the day. I was dreading Y/n trying to get in contact. But to my surprise she didn't.

Not that night.

Not the day after.

Not the morning after that.

As much as I didn't want to face her. I could not put her out of my head.

Soon it was my own feet that were dragging me to her. Why did she have that effect on me?

I stood outside her door for no waiting an instant before hammering my fist on the lacquered wood. The kafuffle that had ensued inside dissipated. Light featherlike feet padded toward the doors. I recognised the sounds for her socks sliding over the wood. That was followed my hushed whispers, presumably after seeing me through the spyglass.

"Spencer?" She answerd in surprise, one hand on the door and the other on the frame, blocking my view inside.

"Can we talk?" I subconsciously cracked my knuckles.

She was once more surprised. "Umm, I mean, know is probably not the best time."

"It's important Y/n." I tapped my foot impatiently. That was until I saw a shadow behind her. I recognised him immediately. From the meetings. I didn't know his name, but the face I could recall. I furrowed my brows. Why would Y/n bring him to her house?

"Last time you spoke to me you accused me of being unsupportive and didn't even try to stop me from leaving," she whispered. "Forgive me, if I'm a little resistant to your charms."

I flinched. She didn't remember. She didn't remember the other night. I was relieved that she didn't recall my promise

"I'm not discussing this out here Y/n. Let me in and get rid of him." I jabbed back.

That's when I notice the stocky man smirking behind her. I glared at him, on the verge of snarling.

"I'm going to go know." They man plunged his hands in his pocket throwing the hood onto his head.

"You don't have to go Marcus." Y/n narrowed her eyes at me.

Marcus. So that was his name. "Yes you do. Get the fuck out Marcus." I stared back at Y/n.

Marcus was alarmed.

"Fuck off Marcus," I barked again pushing Y/n's hand off the door frame and linking my hand with hers so she couldn't put it back in rebellion.

Marcus didn't take much time before slipping out.

"What the fuck was that"? Y/n shook her hand out of mine, stepping back from.

"Y/n my head is already hurting don't make this harder." I stepped forward closing the gap between us again.

"Go away and take an aspirin then. You aren't the only one with problems Spencer. You just live in this little bubble where everything revolves around you." She pushed me back by the centre of my chest, then walked away.

"What?" I slammed the door behind me, the classes on the countertop clinging against each other.

"Everything always has to be about you and your problems and your wants and what makes you happy and what doesn't bother you. It's fucking exhausting."

Each word came with a sting. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to face me. "Take. That. Back."

"Or what," she goaded me.

I took my free hand to her neck, pushing her back against the wall and piling myself on to her. I could feel her chest rising and falling against mine. "There is a lot of things I can do." The truth was the despite all the time I had spent with Y/ she didn't know mych about me and nor I about her. For she was just my distraction. I dropped her wrist and brought my hand to her face and traced her lips with my thumb. "You don't remember me coming here the other night, do you?"