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This was written by me (HelainaBlake) and TwistedXsinner, and we will try to update as soon as we can! PLEASE tell us what you think, since this our first story written together! Should we continue, and do you think TwistedXsinner make agood pairing? Thanks guys!

Helaina (and TwistedXsinner) OUT!

The high school was strangely quiet for the morning; and although Spencer came in for this specific reason each day, the familiarity of it was just all too much for him! He hadn't stepped foot in a high school for quite a while, not since he was a little kid! So when the first group of students burst through the doors and into the partially empty hallway, they only spared Spencer one look before moving on! Sure, it hadn't been the warmest of exchanges, but at least they hadn't stopped, stared and then walked off whispering amongst themselves for the rest of the day. That was what they used to do at least... He had been pushed up a few years and was mid high school at the age of twelve! He was twelve years old in a group of Neanderthals who were atleast three to six years older then him. Life had been hell back then; but this was now! And right now he was eighteen years old and about to start classes with kids the same age as him!

Perhaps his therapist had been right, he did need a proper high school experience; it was the short time in which you develop your unique personality by meeting new people and trying different things. Things he didn't get to do previosly that is. Like being bullyed, ya that was worth skiping this time around. It's a big part in life, and Spencer had missed it completely. But he was here now; and he was going to make the most of it.

The halls were packed now. Teens were talking, scrimmaging through their lockers and then talking some more. That was until Spencer heard a high-pitched yelp followed by a loud thump! He looked around and through the students for the source of the commotion, and saw something that used to happen to him everyday. A group of jocks and cheerleaders were laughing and taunting a strange looking girl who had been shoved roughly up against one of the lockers,boy did he know that feeling all to well,; and was now scrambling on the floor trying to pick up all of her books before further damage could be done to them. Spencer couldn't hear what was being said, but he knew whatever it was, it was hurting the girl; her tears were testament to that... Everyone around her were either watching or participating in this cruelty, and it made Spencer sick to his stomach.

"Hey!" He shouted, stepping in front o the girl without even thinking twice about it. "You know you're really pathetic, picking on a girl like this. What, you afraid anyone else will send you flying on your ass?"

Jesus, he didn't know what he had just said that... He never says stuff like that; but the girl was looking up at him thankfully, so he knew he had done the right thing in defending her. The people around him were making disapproving noises, some calling out how dead he was; but the guy he had spoken to just looked at his friends and smirked back at Spencer. "Well if I shouldn't pick on girls I guess you're safe."

Spencer frowned. "What are you talking about, I'm not a gir-"

Something very VERY hard collided with the side of his jaw, sending him crashing into the wall of lockers and then to the ground next to the strange girl.

"Oh my!" She gasped, moving to help him as best she could. "C'mon sweetie, wake up! Don't make me take you to the nurse!"

Spencer could hear her loud and clear, but the words made no sense to him! It confused him even more when her voice became low and angry, much like a guy, and the floor thrummed with the dozens of feet of threatened teens. Was she really that scary when she lowered her voice..? rough hands on one arm, and soft hands on the other, were dragging him up from the floor and leaning him against somebody's chest.

"Ungh..." Spencer groaned, opening his eyes to see the girl, who was completely flustered, and a new face, who looked very angry. "Are you going to kill me?"

The dark skinned stranger laughed at that. "Nah man, but I just might kill those sonofabitches..."

Spencer gave him a questioning glance. "But aren't you their friend?" He looked the boy up and down. "You certainly look like a jock."

"Oh yes he does..." The girl said, suggestively waggling her eyebrows. Both of them gave her a look, before falling into fits of laughter.

"Baby girl, you are too much!" He helped Spencer stand without any support before returning to the question. "I may look like a jock, but I refuse to have anything to do with them; I refuse to respect anyone who would be cruel to such fiiiiine lady." He flung his arm around the girl's shoulder, but looked at Spencer. "I'm Derek, by the way; Derek Morgan."

He held his hand out and Spencer boldly took it. "Spencer Reid. I start here today, and from what I've seen so-"

"And I-" The girl interrupted. "am Penelope Garcia; Goddess of Knowledge with an extreme craving for chocolate..!" The last comment was directed at Derek, who returned the sultry look she was giving him.

"Wow..!" Spencer said, averting his eyes. "You guys have just met..!"

"Mmm..." Garcia said. "I know; it's like fate!"

"There is no such thing as fate. Are lives are points in a stream of countless choices that we all mak-"

"Umm sweetie you can stop now"

Spencer felt embarrassed had he really been about to rattle on about the theories of how time and space are all relative to fixed points and that, alter-dimensional plains of existence which support that the dimensions are all relatively colliding with the other plains of existence of others who in all actuality have the same probability of having in the trillions of probable outcomes in life. The question has been asked for a long time. Life has no plan from a scientific point of view; and well Reid liked it that way.

"Sorry" Spencer said with a sheepish smile on his face "I occasional raddle on about certain topics if I know quite a bit about it; and having free will was one of them.

Spencer Reid was in control of his own life. yeah. He liked that. Not only was he getting a second start at being semi-normal, common, or maybe even ordinary. No that was a lie he could never be normal. He would still be abnormal, different, maybe even odd.

"Well, Sweet cheeks, not you yummy chocolate man I will save you for later, for now, lets get to class..." Garcia said with out pause like she didn't even notice that she was making Reid blush.

'Is this normal behavior for a girl,' Reid though to himself 'If so I might just be in for more then I asked for. Or maybe he bit of more then he could chew'

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