You know the shitty feeling you get when your life is spiraling out of your control and there's no way to stop it? Well, I woke up on the 15th August with that precise feeling. Or maybe it was just the vomit making its way out of my mouth. Either way that's the first chapter. The prologue is much more different.

So here's how it went, on the 9th of August my shitty roomate kicked me out of our apartment, all dressed up, because, apparently, I needed to 'socialize'. I'm pretty sure it means 'talking to other human beings' and that was just a stupid idea. But I went along with it, just to make her happy. It wasn't like I was really going to listen to her. But, since she knows me so well, Alyssa knew I would just go in a library and remain there. So she personally escorted my lazy ass to a club and made sure I couldn't go home without her noticing. Can you imagine it? A short, freckled, pretty readhead in a short pretty green dress and heels pushing a reticent, brown haired girl a foot higher than her, wearing a horribly shiny blue dress, in a club that was totally out of my comfort zone. In reality, my comfort zone is my apartment, workplace, the library and the closest bookshop so taking me almost everywhere is pushing me out of my comfort zone.

We got in.

Louder than I would have liked but then, seeing the places where I usually spend my time, that wasn't saying much. After half an hour Alyssa finally aknowledges that I'm not going to dance so she gets up and does it alone. I tried to sneak out but, of course, she didn't move that far away and she immediately glared at me.

After a couple of hours, I was dying from boredom and I make my way to Alyssa, still dancing and laughing like her feet weren't going to kill her the next morning for wearing those heels. I walked in her direction, while praying that one of the many drunk people wouldn't spill anything on me.

Of course, someone did.

That someone was a tall, skinny guy in a sweater vest and he was apologizing profusely. He had cheekbones to kill for and blushed in a cute way. He didn't look like the kind of guy that spends his saturdays in places like that. I liked him immediately just for that, he was so out of his comfort zone judging by the way he was dressed. I felt a tinge of sympathy. He was probably here with some friend. He kept apologizing, his cheeks beet red. I scanned myself quickly, the dress was ruined but I hated it anyway so it was more of a good thing anyway.

"Don't worry it's okay."

"I'm so very sorry! I can-"

Then someone whistled from a table behind us. A dark skinned man, one of those guys that look like they're some kind of football player, was laughing at 'Pretty Boy's clumsiness'. Two blonde women and a dark haired one were laughing too while 'Pretty Boy' looked at him with a half glare that was more an embarassed look. I decided those were his friends even if they, unlike him, seemed to be the kind of people that liked those places.

"I'm so-"

I had two choices:

1. Say that it was alright, walk away, find Alyssa and probably the guy that, according to her, would be 'my match'. I had no doubt this was just a set up to finally make me meet her coworker's brother, Robert or something like that.

2. Grab the cute, blushing guy and offer him a drink. Saving him from the teasing and, at the same time, avoiding Alyssa and her attempts at matchmaking.

I thought about the possible outcomes of each choice but, rather quckly, I chose the second one.

"Do you want to grab a drink?"

It was embarassing. I sprouted it without thinking, cutting him off in the middle of his apologies. The startled look he was giving me was making my cheeks redden. I could feel them getting hotter and immediately regretted my choice. He was just staring at me, like he didn't know how to process what was happening. Then he seemed to realize what I just asked.

"Oh! I..."

"Sorry, I thought you'd probably want to get away from the teasing I didn't mean to-"

Another whistle.

"I'd love to." He was still nervous, I could see it from the way his smile was still hesitant but he was much more relaxed now and it was enough for me.

I smiled and grabbed his hand- he flinched, probably wasn't expecting that- leading him to one of the empty tables.

"I'm Spencer Reid by the way."

"Maeve Donovan."

Author's Note

I know I've got another story but I couldn't resist. Raeve is my weakness and this chapter has been in my files for a couple months.

Don't push me, I have my times when it comes to writing, it may seems like I've abandoned it but I just write really slowly.

Tell me if there are errors, English is not my first language so I'm happy to receive suggestions on how to improve it.

Finally, if you like Harry Potter check out my other story, Whispers From Another Life. A crossover between HP and CM.