Summary: Spencer Reid (doctorate pending) is what one would call a child prodigy. He swears he gets it from his mother, along with all the other psychoses he imagines he has (him being a hypochondriac included). At age 15 he should be in college working on acquiring his degrees, but due to complications (his father not wanting his young son to go to college at such a young age). So against his will, carrying 27 credits on his record already, Spencer repeats the 12th grade…Derek Morgan, sports fanatic and obsessor of the law, is entering the 12th grade at the top of his game. He's got great friends, great grades, and even a great reputation. He never expects for his grades to slip all of the sudden, sending him into a never ending spiral of Fs. Aaron Hotchner, number one in the senior class, suggests he gets a tutor, and he listens. Thank god he does.

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This was stupid. And Spencer knew stupid. He really did. He'd met more than enough humans to know when something was stupid and when it wasn't, and this, was stupid. In total Spencer Reid had 27 credits, four more than what he needed to graduate. Over his one and half brief years of high school he jumped around classes, taking all the CP and AP one he could before the school practically pushed him out their front door. They were happier than he was that he was graduating with a 4.3 GPA and an IQ that almost hit the 200 mark.

His mother, Diana, was so proud of him she spent the rest of the school year he didn't have to attend to get him enrolled in one of the more prestigious colleges close enough to his home that he didn't have to live on the campus. His father however, was less than pleased. William figured that his son was not socially ready for college, so he begged the school (money included) to make him repeat the 12th grade as a 'regular' student.

So that was why he was walking in the cold. The cold. God how he hated the cold. His father was willing to enroll him back in school but wasn't willing to drive him there in the morning. He shivered and tucked his arms in closer to his chest. "Jerk." He growled, kicking at the snow. "This is stupid." He thought back to his original thesis that yes, this was stupid, and yes, his father was stupid too.

Spencer had missed the first three weeks of school due to the wonderful aid of his father disappearing on the account his mother had another episode. He had to take care of her for the three weeks that his father was AWOL until he finally got a call from the man saying he was in Maine and that he'd been home that very night. Which meant school the next coming Monday. Which meant he'd have to deal with people.

Not that they were all bad. All of them clearly on a lower intelligence level than he, but they weren't all bad. There was Alex, a girl with a surprising amount of intelligence for her age (nowhere near his own level, but still), could kick some serious ass, and would rather be called Miller than Alex. Then there was Emily, a quiet sassy young girl who seemed to have a lot secrets he didn't care about. And lastly, his favorite teacher. She was never his teacher, but she'd been his friend and counselor for his first 1.5 years at the high school. Jennifer Jareau (JJ), an Early Childhood Education teacher with a young spirit surrounding her and a kind lovely mother like appearance about her as well.

Those were his friends. All women. Or girls. He couldn't make friends with guys; most of them at his age or around his age were all hormonally crazed douche bags who couldn't tell you the difference between a sociopath and a psychopath.

Reid shuddered at the sight of his school, mostly because the sweater vest he was wearing and the light jacket weren't doing the best job at keeping him warm, but also because he knew that he was about to face a whole other year of torments, morons, and the worst: social interactions.

As he crossed the street he acknowledged the gray Ford Escape as it slowed to a stop at the cross walk and a skinny black haired girl jumped out and bounded towards him. It was Emily Prentiss. She seemed happier than usual, and he quickly lead her onto the sidewalk. "Spencer!" She yelled a tad bit too loud. "You didn't tell me you'd be back this year." I didn't tell anyone. He thought, smiling to himself and realizing that JJ would probably rip him a new for making her think she had lost her favorite student. "Dad send you back?" He nodded. "Sucks. Hey," She hit him in the arm; he winced and glared at her. "At least you'll have us still!"

"If by 'us' you mean you, JJ, and Miller, then you're incorrect. Miller has 'gone to the dark side.'" She curled her eyebrows at him, pushing forwards to jump over a pile of snow a plower had probably left there. "Miller is dating one James Blake." James was a rather interesting character. Nice and all, but he hung with the –ahem- whores of the school, and Reid did not trust him.

"I imagine she's practically married to him then," Emily snorted. "Might as well call her Blake now."

Spencer smiled and kicked his way through the courtyard, finally happy that it was cold, considering that everyone was inside and trying to stay warm rather than crowding the outside benches and concrete steps. He opened the door for her and she curtsied, walking inside where she began to remove her layers of coats. He removed his own and stuffed it into the messenger bag hanging on his shoulder.

Emily began walking away, turning and motioning with her finger that he follow. He couldn't help but sigh and jog after her, dodging the much larger and much more intimidating students till he found her hanging out in an empty classroom. He hung at the door. "Emily," He said quietly, staring at the floor and slightly leaning in through the door. She smiled at him. "Class starts in five minutes; we can't just hang out in a classroom."

Her smile grew. "Lighten up Reid, I just gotta ask Garcia a couple of questions."

"I'm going to class." He didn't even know this Garcia girl; he had no reason to hang back with her. And he knew already they didn't share any classes. Emily opened her mouth to say something, but waved him off and let him head on his way.

Spencer pulled out his schedule.

First period, psychology two, a class he had taken once before and enjoyed it enough that he didn't mind signing up for it again. Second and third were blocked with AP Calculus and AP Trigonometry, followed by fourth which was AP Comp. He wasn't big on language arts, but he figured that he could probably handle it (his love for books and quick reading would probably come in handy). Fifth, lunch. He'd probably spend that with JJ or in the library. Sixth was AP Chemistry, yet another class he had already taken, but decided he might as well retake it as a refresher course. Seventh and eighth were his off periods, the 27 credits coming in handy for that little pleasure.

Very few people were in the hallway, but none seemed to bother him as they were more into their own conversations rather than his awkward running as he made his way up two sets of stairs, swerved around a couple of students, and zigzagged through three hallways. The psychology door was at the end of the social studies hallway, right next the doors that led outdoors. He shivered.

The door swung open and he jumped back, clutch the strap on his bag as he stumbled, trying not to fall over. A man, probably in his forties to fifties stared at him; the glasses perched on the end of his nose only staying on by his fingers grabbing the metal bar bridging the lenses together. "Who're you?" Spencer caught himself, directing his eyes at the floor before gaining the courage to look the man in the eye.

He had short brown hair, a stern face with creases over his lips that came from his nose. The man was wearing some old blazer, covering the maroon dress shirt that had a stain on the collar. Coffee most likely. Spencer squinted. Yep, definitely coffee. But his breath didn't stink like coffee, maybe a wife or a coworker who had spilled it on him? Whether that was recent or not, he found himself musing at the thought of the taller man stumbling around as hot coffee stung his neck and possibly gave him burns.

"Spencer Reid." He replied seconds later, keeping his thoughts that whirled around his brain inside before reaching out a hand.

"Jason Gideon, I teach second level psychology." He shook Mr. Gideon's hand and partially smiled. "Are you…a student?" His voice was weird, Spencer thought, only nodding in return. Gideon, as he would soon take to calling his new teacher, sounded like he had a stuffed nasal canal, but also as though he had been speaking in front of groups a lot so he worked around it somehow. Maybe he was sick? "You look really young to be able to take psychology."

Reid nervously smiled. "I'm fifteen." Gideon looked impressed. "I've taken the class before; I thought it was fun so I figured why not." The other man laughed quietly and invited Spencer into his classroom, letting the boy take the seat in the back corner. He figured if Spencer really had taken the class before then there was no reason to worry that he would do his work and understand the material.

"Do you plan on going into the psychology field?"

"No."

Gideon raised an eyebrow as he sat down at his desk, clicking on something before a lackluster PowerPoint appeared on the screen. "Then why take two years of it?"

Spencer nervously pulled a spiral out of his backpack, followed by a mechanical pencil which he clicked some led out of. "My mom…" He thought about it for a moment, wondering if he really wanted this new teacher to think of him as the crazy son of a schizo mother. "Has schizophrenia. I thought if I could understand the brain then I could deal with it easier. Maybe even…" He trailed off, realizing that telling someone that he wanted to 'cure' schizophrenia sounded crazy in itself.

"Cure it?" He held back the wince. This teacher was not as oblivious or as ignorant as the others he had dealt with before. Spencer began to answer, but other students began filing in the class and took their seats. He checked his watch, for no particular reason other than to diffuse the conversation that had gone farther than he would have liked.

Throughout the class he answered the questions he was asked, even began to add things to the conversation and when Gideon put up an exit slip he even bothered to do the work. It was strange though, being in a class with people. Especially ones that were older than him and had already gotten to know each other over the past three weeks.

The bell was about to ring so he shoved all of his work in his back and handed in the slip, watching and waiting as his teacher read it to himself. Spencer watched anxiously as Gideon stared at him over the brim of his glasses. "Well," He said to his student. "You obviously know your stuff. Very good Spencer Reid."

He smiled and nodded, feeling a little victory at the way Gideon had said both his first and last name. It was a way of memorizing someone, repeating their full name so it was, in a way, engraved into their memory. Spencer swiftly walked to his next class, hoping to god he at least had a couple more sensible teachers. He chuckled at the thought. What a preposterous ideal.

A/N: Keep in mind this is an AU fic so there are some changes and some mixes in which characters are here and which aren't. Prentiss is hard to right so I tried to keep her sort of like a small part. Alex Miller is Blake's original name and I figured that since they're in high school they probably aren't married to anyone, so I'll just have her date her future husband. Now, if you're familiar with the background on Reid then you know that he went to high school at the age of 12 and graduated soon after, so again, keep in mind that this is an AU fic so I had to change some things around.

Some smut is possible, depending on how you guys like this story and how many reviews and other stuff I get.

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