Criminal minds-JACK

Kicking the dirt on the concrete ground, I sigh. Inhaling the cigarette smoke, I close my eyes and lean back against the cold brick wall.

I'm standing in an alley which my dad always told me to steer clear of, but he's too busy in his own life to care about mine.

He's too busy with Emily, too busy with my little 6 month old sister Kate, too busy with work, too busy with anything apart from me.

We always used to be so close when I was younger, especially after my mom was murdered. I doubt my dad even thinks about her anymore.

He hasn't mentioned her for months, and he has hardly any pictures of her in the house anymore. There is just one. In my room, stuck on my poster wall and it's of me and my mom on my seventh birthday. My dad wasn't there that day; he was on a case in Florida, like most birthdays. But then again why would he care about me anymore; I'm just an annoying 16 year old teenager.

"Jack!"

I look up, and see my three best mates, Fred, Luke and Nathan.

Fred's standing there with a grin on his face, in dark skinnies, a t-shirt , a hoodie and a pair of black vans on. Fred has been my best mate for a year and a bit now, and him and me just understand each-other.

He listens to me rant about my dad a lot, and I do the same with him.

Luke stood next to Fred, with a smirk on his face, wearing a t-shirt with a pair of denim skinnies and some Supras.

Finally, Nathan was on the end. I can tell he is stoned, because he's just standing there, giggling to himself. Nathan's been doing drugs for the longest out of the four of us. More hard core stuff as well, so it's no surprise he's high now. He was wearing some ripped shorts and a hoodie. I watch them walk over to me.

They're another thing my dad told me to steer clear of.

"They're trouble Jack! You'll turn out like one of them" he said…not that he's paid any attention to me after Emily and him got married.

"You alright mate? Why you out here on your own?" Fred said, pulling me in for a surprise shoulder bump.

"Um, yeah…just schools doing my head in. Mr. Jones won't get off my case about my homework, dick." I reply, inhaling and exhaling another puff of my cigarette.

"Ah, right, he is a dick actually; you want something stronger than that?" Fred said, and then nodded towards the fag in my mouth. Nathan reached into his back pocket and got out a joint, and handed it towards me.

"I better not lads, got to go meet my dad at the office and get a key to get home, lost mine somewhere. Probably not best to turn up to an FBI building high, right?"

We all smirk at that, thinking how much my dad and his friends would freak out if that happened.I pull my iPhone out of my back pocket and look at the time. 7:00pm it read. "Shit! Got to run lads, dad will go mental otherwise." I say, dropping the cigarette to the floor and standing on it. I turn round and smirk at them one more time and then grab my skateboard from the floor and jump on it and skate off towards the BAU. The wind blows against my body as I skate in out the people making their journeys home. I shiver cold in just a t-shirt, hoodie and skinnies. I

It's quite funny how much my dad doesn't know about me. I mean, he doesn't know I smoke, but he'll probably find out soon as I stink of smoke.

He doesn't know I do drugs. He'll go ape-shit at that, especially with Spencer and his dilaudid addiction years ago.

He doesn't know I've had sex. He'll probably get mad at me for that too, as he always said I should save it for someone special…but I can barely remember it.

Oh yeah, and he doesn't though about the parties I go to. Or how drunk I get on a regular basis. He doesn't know I'm failing most classes. Or constantly in detention or isolation. Or that I feel depressed 90% if the time. So like I said, my dad does not know much about me, Jack.