Neighbors (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Six

You called in sick at work, saying you caught a stomach bug. They'd given you a week off, which meant for the next week you'd be hiding in your bed. "I'd much rather you leave me alone." Did he know how much that hurt? Did he say it on purpose, or out of anger? Maybe you'd teased too much. The more you thought about it, the angrier you got. Who was he to speak to you like that? You weren't going to take that kind of disrespect. Not from someone like him. Any and all admiration you'd had for your neighbor quickly disappeared. All you felt when you thought of him was anger.

Someone was knocking on your door, pounding like their life depended on it. "Y/N!" Spencer. Fucking priceless. "Y/N, I need to talk to you! Open up!" You ran to the door and threw it open, then shoved him back. "Yeah? You need to talk to me now? I thought you'd rather I leave you alone? Or is it just me starting interactions that you can't stand? Do you feel so out of control when I start things that you'd just rather I don't? What the hell is it, Reid? Last night you hated me, today you apparently need me. What. Is. It." Your voice was laced with venom, to the point where he took a step back. You were getting angrier as the conversation, if you could call it that, progressed.

Spencer shook his head. "You don't- no! It's not like that." You sneered. "What is it then? Stop wasting my time." The Doctor was searching your face frantically for an emotion, any emotion, that wasn't anger. You started to shut your door, but he barged into your apartment. Great. Now he was being even more unbearable. "I said it because I couldn't handle the fact that I can't stop thinking about you. All day. All night. You're all I can think of. And- and I feel like an ass for what I did, I do. I just didn't-"

He fell back into the door, not expecting you to shove him. "Get the fuck out of my apartment. If you wanted me to love you, you wouldn't have said what you did." There were angry tears in your eyes. Reid stood back up. "Y/N, I didn't realize. Please, just give me a chance." His begging was pushing you over the edge, and you snapped. Without realizing what you were doing, you jumped, punching him in the jaw. "Get out."

Spencer didn't have to be told twice.

The second he was gone you slammed your fist against the wall, then collapsed to the floor in tears. You'd been doing so good. No outbreaks since your first year in prison. That one had landed you in solitary for a month. You had snapped and attacked half the people in your cell block before you were sedated. All you could think to do was punch things, but you didn't want to break anything. So instead you just locked yourself in the bedroom and held the blankets as tight around your body as you could.

And you sobbed.