The World Is A Curse || Spencer Reid 's daughter || Vol. 1

twelve

NOT FOR YOUR EYES

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"Is this a joke?", Sydney asked seconds after stepping foot into an empty classroom and finding Maeve sitting there, all by herself.

Maeve's second day of school came and went by without anything noteworthy happening. She was still transcribing all her classes since the earliest appointment Reid could get for her was this afternoon. They'd go there after school but for now she had to meet with her tutor, which apparently was Sydney. "Hello to you, too, Sydney.", she greeted her with a smile.

Sydney gave her an icy look, her eyebrows pulled into a frown, her lips pinched together. Maeve found it pretty unfair how pretty she was in spite of looking annoyed as hell. "I'm supposed to tutor someone here.", she stated, still trying to find a way out of this situation.

"Yes, me.", Maeve nodded, not giving her an out. "What? You didn't expect the one new transfer student your school has, to be the person that you're tutoring", she then asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

Sydney rolled with her eyes, immediately fed up with Maeve. "No. I figured that Spencer Reid's daughter wouldn't need that.", she replied pointedly and Maeve tried not to take it to heart. She knew that she was disappointing in pretty much every way possible. Didn't mean that she like to be reminded of that.

"Well, you've been mistaken. I'm dumb as fuck, so you have your work cut out for you.", Maeve replied, putting on a sickly sweet smile. Just because she was hurt didn't mean that she had to give Sydney the satisfaction of knowing that.

Sydney looked at her for a moment longer, then she glanced at the door as if she contemplated just leaving. Eventually she gave in and sat down across from Maeve, pulling out her binder. "Fine. Let's get this over with, what exactly are you struggling with?", she asked, paging through her own notes.

"Just about everything.", Maeve replied with a grin. It wasn't entirely true since she mostly just struggled with math and science stuff since she was missing a lot of basics in those subjects but she found enormous joy in annoying Sydney.

The other girl gave her a suffering expression before letting out a sigh. "Great.", she mumbled under her breath before starting with physics.

About an hour later Maeve had brought Sydney to the brink of insanity. She didn't even have to try, her own ignorance was doing all the work for her. Sydney, who turned out to be, not only a ballerina but also STEM-freak, just couldn't comprehend that Maeve seemingly never heard of the mere basics of physics. "I don't get it!", she eventually snapped and Maeve had to surpress a chuckle.

Sydney had lost a whole lot of her composure during the course of their first tutoring session. Her long blond hair wasn't flowing down her shoulders elegantly anymore, she had tied it up into a messy bun that had several strands falling out and was getting held up by one hairtie and a pencil that Sydney seemed to have forgotten about. She had rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and her mascara was a little smudged from her rubbing at her eyes absentmindedly. She wasn't as perfect anymore and Maeve was surprised at how much more likable she was that way. She seemed more real, more human. Maeve preferred honesty over perfection, even if that honesty came in form of a fuming genius, yelling at her for not understanding physics.