Is this wrong?

Enemies.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, I look at the clock, it reads 6.30 am. God how I hated that sound, I hated it since I was young, but today I was happy to hear it. Today was my first day working at the BAU in Quantico as a profiler, I already met Aaron Hotchner, the lead profiler, and even if he maintained a stoic expression the whole time of our meeting he never failed to make me feel good and excited about starting this new job. During our meeting, he said that I would fit in perfectly with the team, especially with the young genius of the squad. I was relieved when I found out that there was another person like me, I couldn't wait to meet him.

I jumped out of my bed, freaking out, I ran to the bathroom to wash my face and applying some light make-up on my face, eyes, and lips. Last night I wasn't able to sleep because of the excitement and fear of this new job, so I already picked out my outfit for today: a purple button-up, a little bit tighter on my waist than the rest of the body, and a black pair of dress pants. I put up my hair into a tidy ponytail and exited my apartment. 

As I drove to the BAU I was freaking out, straight-up panicking in my car, my breath quickened, my eyes wide, my hands shaking, I think that if someone saw me right now they would certainly think that I was on something, or at least that I was crazy. 

While driving I decided to stop and take some coffee on my way there, to try and calm my nerves. I walked into a coffee shop, ordered my coffee, and waited for the barista to be done, as I was heading towards the door I saw a too-familiar pair of eyes, the same eyes that haunted me for all of my college years, Spencer Reid eyes. He got taller, his body was more toned, and his eyes were a deeper shade of green mixed with brown. He looked... handsome? NO! For fuck sake Y/n snap back into reality, he was your rival, you hate him. 
When I snapped back into reality I was quick to hide myself from him, years have passed since the last time I saw him, but my hatred for that boy was still fresh and very much alive. 

With the coffee still in my hand I sat in my car, not believing who I just saw at a random coffee shop. Still in shock, I started to drive towards the BAU. 
When I saw the FBI headquarters I parked my car, practically jumped out of my car, and ran to the elevator. From the moment I stepped into the elevator, I tried to compose and calm myself. 'Come on Y/n, it's just a job. They are the lucky ones to have you, you are practically a genius! you're smart, friendly, professional, and hot. Get a grip!'. My thoughts cut short as the elevator doors opened, my breath quickened as I stepped out of the metallic doors. As I'm looking around I stopped a fine man, he was muscular, dark-skinned, and with a beautiful shade of brown as his eye color.

Y/n: 'Hi sorry, do you happen to know where I can find Aaron Hotchner office? I should be starting a new job as a profiler today, and I need to talk to him'

Morgan: 'Hi, of course, I know where to find his office. I'm Derek Morgan by the way, I'm part of the profilers team'

Y/n: 'Omg, I'm so sorry, that was rude of me. I'm Y/n  Y/L/N. I'm so honored to meet one of the legendary team.'

Morgan: 'It's no problem baby girl, are you nervous for your first day?'

Y/n: 'You have no idea, more than nervous I'm excited, to start my dream job and to work with you guys, I heard so much about your team.'

Morgan chuckles, leading the way towards a room with a round table in the middle, no sign of Agent Hotchner. I turn to Derek, a confused look on my face.

Morgan: 'Hotch will be here in a couple of minutes, you can just sit down and wait for him. Would you like me to introduce you to the team?'

Y/n: 'Of course! Thank you, Morgan' 

Derek exits the room, probably to call the others. I look around the room, scanning it, and taking everything in. I was in awe, I did it. I finally got my dream job. I get pulled away from my thoughts as a group of people enters the room. I look at them, getting excited all over again, they were the pillars of profiling, they were practically my heroes. 

Morgan: 'Guys this is agent Y/N Y/L/N, she is the new member of the team. Y/N this are Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jereau, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Aaron Hotchner. Wait, does anyone know where is boy genius?'

I scrunch my nose at that nickname, I couldn't wait to finally meet someone like me, someone who could understand me. 

Y/N: 'Hi everyone it's a dream to finally meet everyone, I can't wait to be able to work with you all!'

Everyone greets me, Garcia was the only one that greeted me with a hug and a promise to become best friends. Every single one of them is nicer than what I thought. I was laughing along a joke that Derek said when a familiar voice excused herself for being late. My body froze, I whip my head around just to see Spencer Reid, the only boy who could beat me in the intelligence field, my archnemesis since college. Please don't tell it's him who they called boy genius.

Morgan: 'Boy genius! Finally, come here I want you to meet someone you will love. This beautiful lady is ...' 
His words cut off by the haunting voice of my enemy.

Reid: 'Y/N Y/L/N. I can't fucking believe it, are you so obsessed that you had to get my same job?'

My eyes widening, all hopes of putting the hatred aside just evaporated into thin air. How much of a narcissist does he have to be that I got this job just to haunt him? Sometimes I couldn't believe that a literal fucking genius like him could be so stupid and self-centered. 

Y/N: 'Reid? do you work here?  God that's just perfect.'

Hotch: 'Do you guys know each other already?'

Y/N: 'No.'
Reid: 'Yes' 

We say together, our heads snap to look at each other, the same hatred that we reserved for each other in college still present in our eyes. I scoff. Trying to remain calm and unbothered by his arrogant, annoying, stupid, tall, gorgeous figure. Wait what? Did I just call this arrogant, narcissistic, immature boy... gorgeous? What the fuck is wrong with me? 
I force myself to snap into reality, tearing my eyes away from his intense gaze, I answer Hotch:

Y/N: 'We went to college together, we never really talked to each other. I just knew him by his name' 

Spencer scoffs, letting out a dry, small laugh. 'yeah sure'. He walks past me, bumping into my shoulder. How old was he? two? 

Garcia: 'Don't worry love, he will warm up to you, I promise'

Y/N: 'Oh I'm sure he will' 

This boy will drive me absolutely crazy, that's what I was sure about. 

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Hi lovelies!!! 

So the first chapter is done, let me know what you all think.