Sorry this took so long. I was out of ideas lol BUT now I've got one:) Read onn! :D ALSO! I know that Reid is like SUPER smart...and I THINK he graduated at age like 14? So I'mma stick with that k? (sorry if this makes no sense it will)
I walked the halls, towards my locker at the end of my hall. Tonight was prom, and I didn't have a date. I didn't really stress about a date, I didn't care if a guy asked me. Half the guys at this school...lets just say their not my type.
I spun my locker dial, landing on the correct numbers before pulling up the latch to open my locker. Inside were just pictures of my family, and my friends. Some didn't go to the same school. I knew them from other friends, and every now and then from a church event.
I pulled out my books for the weekend, and slammed the locker door shut. I shoved the books into my backpack, and began walking towards the front of the building to leave. I walked up to my car, and slipped in. As I did, I got a call from my friend Spencer Reid.
I smiled.
"Hey Spencer." I greeted as I pulled out of the school parking lot. "Whats up?" He graduated when he was fourteen, so he's now working with the FBI.
"Hey Emma." he said. "Nothing much...I was just wondering if you were doing anything um tonight?" he seemed nervous, but I ignored it. He's always nervous around girls.
"Sure thing. Meet me at my place? I'm just now leaving school." I said as I was stopped by a red light.
"Okay." he said, and the line died. I smiled, and hung up myself. I sighed at the thought of Spencer and I, alone in my apartment. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
Yes, I like the smartest guy on the planet. I've always liked him, ever since my parents had to take care of his mother, which was only a year ago. Which is why I don't like anyone from my school.
I pulled up to my apartment, and got out. I grabbed my backpack from the passenger seat, and locked my car before going up the steps into my apartment room.
It wasn't big big. It was big enough for probably a newly wed couple, who don't have kids yet. Or one person. I liked it.
I tossed my backpack on the couch, and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As I sipped on my water, someone knocked on my door. I set my glass on the table, and skipped to the door, a big grin spreading across my face as I gave Spencer a big hug.
"Spencer!" I said, still hugging him. "How have you been?" I asked.
He hugged me back. "Well, how have you been?" I laughed at how he said 'well'
"I've been good, also." I pulled back, letting him in. He stood in the middle of the room, hands drumming the sides of his legs.
"You can take a seat." I said, guestering my hand out towards the couch. I took a seat in the small chair I kept next to the couch, bringing my knees up to my chest.
"How's life with the FBI, Mr. Spencer Reid?" I asked, using a deep, manly voice as I said his name. He chuckled.
"It's been well, also. How is life as a senoir Miss. Emma Cullen?" he asked. I giggled.
"It's been boring." I said, groaning. "Tonights prom." Spencer nodded.
"You goin?" he asked. I shook my head. "Why not? No one's asked you?"
I shrugged. "I don't care. Every guy at the school are jerks." I rolled my eyes. "Prom for them is just an excuse for having sex behind the bleachers."
Spencer laughed. "You should still go." I shook my head.
"Nope." I smiled. Spencer gave me a look, and suddenly his eyes lightened up.
