Walking through campus, I notice a group of students from my course stood around whispering, giggling and fixing their hair, even the boys, yes boys not men standing taller and straightening their shoulders, looking past them I realise the reason for their behaviour, apparently there's a new professor. You can only see his back so I'm not sure what has got them all heated. I just internally roll my eyes and carry on my way, I have no interest in joining, I'm just here to get my masters degree in criminal behaviour and profiling and move on with my life. Arriving to the lecture hall, I take a seat. Typical for the professor to be late and setting my day back.
Just as I'm thinking no one is going to show, he walks in. The new professor. And I have to admit getting a good look at him I understand the fan club and then he opens his mouth. "Alright, I'm Spencer Reid, Dr. Spencer Reid to you and I am your new professor, I am her due to my background as a profiler for the FBI's behavioural analysis unit, that means I know things you don't. So tell me now if you can keep up, if not you can leave." And all that attraction fizzles away as his entitled attitude.
"Okay we are going to discuss profiling techniques. Can anyone tell me the statistics on serial killers who probably wouldn't have been caught without the use of profiling" No one answers but as I am doodling on my page I mumble which the professor catches, "would you like so speak louder so we can hear you?" Turing my head to look at him with stone eyes, "10,000 on average across the world, considering you're not the only profiler out there. Sir." With a smirk he announces
"9,782, actually"
"I rounded up but thanks." As he walks away I can see his shoulders shake and that stupid smug smirk on his face, which just frustrates me more.
As the lecturer nears the end the class is in a debate. Dr. Spencer Reid and I catch eyes and his words falter, I can't tell if it is mutual determination to up the other one or something else that I don't even want to think about or have any room for. Walking down the steps to leave the lecture hall, I feel someone grab my wrist and sparks shoot up my arm. No no, no, I don't want to feel anything like this. I turn and see Spencer "you're good I'll give you that" "I'm more than good, want to see what I wrote during class" I open my book "a flower. That's because your class was designed for 12 year olds or dumbasses Dr." and I walk away, leaving a shocked and slightly flustered Spencer behind.
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Fractured Truths | Spencer Reid
FanfictionAurora has had a difficult life, but that all changes one day when she meets Dr Spencer Reid, but is all how it seems? Lies and hidden secrets threaten to pull these two apart. Will they let it, or fight for the love they have?
