JJ / reid
Chap 1
"Stop oh god please stop!" Spencer screamed as the jocks hoisted him over their heads. He trembled, he knew how this story ended. The jocks placed him down on that idiotic football field where the stupid games were played. To Spencer Reid it was the ultimate reminder that people valued brawn over brains. Though he imagine he might be getting a new reminder soon. They tugged at his clothes brutally. A bright blush came over his face as they tore at his sweater vest. He often was self conscious about his skinny frame. The rest of his clothes were pulled off. He was still screaming. Anger flowed through his veins as Trevor Brownstone took his glasses and threw them. He was so cold as he stood there in front of the entire school. He heard whispers traveling like the cold wind. "He's so thin!" "Bigger down there than I thought.""I can see his ribs." "He looks like a mole without his glasses." He gritted his teeth, shivers dosed his body from the cold.
"Okay smart boy! " growled Chet Blaire. "We've had enough of your smart talk, and all those fancy grades!" Spencer knew he had the tendency to correct people ,but honestly he didn't brag about his intelligence. He wished he could die. He closed his eyes.
"Hey Chet, you just gonna let him just close his eyes and relax?" Chet girlfriend, Ashley Blake called.
"No way babe!" Chet yelled back. That's when the first blow came. It hit him like a bomb the pain, and the color exploded over his eye. He knew there was no way he wouldn't come away from this without splotches of purple. He was dazed and dizzy. They allowed him no time to recover as they kicked him in the nuts. He groaned and fell to the ground clutching his package.
"Please!" He gasped. "Please stop I've had enough!" Chet just laughed.
"Weakling!" He grinned. The hits came even faster now. He tried to catch his breath and focus his vision but his muddled head and tear filled eyes wouldn't let him. He tried his best to shield himself but he was weak. Finally they stopped and Spencer's body was overflowing with pain. He gasped and clutched his sore body. He started hacking and when he spit on the ground the grass was scarlet. He looked up at the Football team through blurred eyes. They were all smiling! He was here in more physical pain then he'd ever been and they were smiling. Smiles were meant for fun times, for love, for the little things. They weren't for pain, punches, and kicks. As soon as his vision started clearing, one of the boys spit in his eyes. He turned his face into the grass hoping they'd leave.
"And now for the grand finale!" The football team cried to all the watchers. Spencer glanced up slightly from his fetal position. The boys had their backs turned to him. Maybe if he made a run for it they'd let him him go. After all the embarrassment of running around nude was punishment enough. He lifted his body slightly and prepared. Soon the jocks got to the highlight of their mini speech and the crowd was cheering. He took off like a bullet. Since the crowd was already screaming the boys couldn't tell that they were now shrieking with disappointment. Unfortunately he didn't get far. Buck Robinson, the teams linebacker, tackled him to the ground. He fell feeling crushed by the weight of Buck. Buck climbed to his feet and literally dragged the boy back to the field. Everyone clapped in unison. Spencer was thrown on his back brutally. All he could make out was the bright lights blinding him.
Soon he felt himself being lifted. He felt his limbs hang limply at his sides as the boys carried him a few feet. He realized he was about to be tied to the goal post. He started breathing harder. He felt the ropes being wrapped tightly around him; He was reminded of the mangled pictures of Jesus on his death day. As they pulled it tight his shivers became like seizures. He knew this want going to end well.
"Stop!" Suddenly echoed across the field. Spencer lifted his heavy head. He squinted and saw a beautiful girl. Her hair was long and blonde, and even from the distance he could tell her eyes were a piercing blue. Everyone else was staring at her too. Spencer searched his mind for any memories of her. Suddenly he remembered her name was Jennifer Jareau. He friends called her JJ. She was a loner who spent all her time intimating people and editing the schools newspaper. She was mostly intimidating because she was the principals daughter.
"STOP IT RIGHT NOW YOU DOUCHEBAGS!" She ordered.
"No!" Chet managed to yell ,but his voice wavered.
"Um yes you over bloated drugged up boar," JJ screamed back. Everyone looked frightened though they could easily over power her. She stomped closer.
"This poor boy has done nothing to you!" She shouted and no one tried to justify themselves. "You fucking dickheads!" Glaring at all of them. Spencer could feel the cringes all around. In this town people drank, slept around, and bullied but no one ever cursed. It just wasn't done, so when the principles daughter dropped an F bomb everyone was shocked.
"You will stop staring at me and shitting your pants and hand spencer over!" She announced. Spencer gasped. He didn't know anyone at this school knew his first name. Everyone called him reading Reid.
Suddenly Chet's face contorted in anger. He suddenly started running towards JJ at full speed with the cheers of his friends behind him. He stood in front of her standing almost two feet taller than her. He yanked her skinny frame up by her shirt.
"If you have a busted lip it won't be so easy to talk like that!" He growled. She just smirked.
"Put me the fuck down "strong guy"" she laughed. His face went red and crinkled. "Oh dear you big Buffoon! I'm the principles daughter if I ever have a fucking search on me he'll notice!" Chet's eyes turned big and round with realization. "Give him to me or I will tell him to check the lockers!" She screamed. Everyone looked so confused. "Oh don't pretend you don't know!" Grinning evilly she lightly touched his nose to make his cheeks more scarlet. "Your locker is filled with steroids! And all of your dick friend's lockers are too!" "What if?" She leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Everyone knew your little secrets? HM?" She asked with a cheeky grin. "What if your trophies were taken away and you were an outcast in the place used to adore you?" She asked slyly. It had gotten to Chet. He dropped her gently onto her feet.
"Back off!" Chet screamed at the surrounding people. Some boos and groans were coming from the group. "I said back off!" He screamed angrily. The people immediately starting filing out of the bleachers.
JJ rushed over to Spencer's side pulling the ropes off hastily. He was glad she kept her eyes away from his naked form. As soon as she'd untied him completely she whispered ,"follow me." She started off running as if the world depended on it. When she came back she had blankets in her hands. She's must've gotten them from the bin where they were available for cold games. She wrapped him in it gently and let him hold his hand as he hobbled to her jeep.
When in the jeep she turned the heat up full blast. She started the car and began to drive speedily out of the school parking lot.
"Loretta Ave. right? House 21238?" She asked turning abruptly.
"Um yeah, how did you know?"
"I live on Episcal street, your house is pretty close. I see you walk to school all the time with your head down, but I take the bus so you wouldn't have seen me," she explained. Spencer couldn't believe someone paid enough attention to him to know that.
"Um JJ?" He mumbled quietly. "I didn't think... Well I didn't know anyone even knew my name," he confessed.
"We'll you see spence," she started. Spencer grinned from ear to ear, she was the only person in the world who'd ever called him that. He liked it very much. "I probably seem like a stalker freak," she Continued,
"No!" Spencer spoke too fast. He was amazed she even thought he had the human right to accuse someone of stalking him. He thought of himself as a nobody, a loser, technically invisible till the jocks came out to make him stand out in purple. He considered himself lucky if anyone could know his name, let alone have a stalker. All the things she knew about him were endearing. She smiled brightly at him. His heart fluttered. It was an odd feeling he'd never felt anything like it.
"Anyway, I'm just very good at observing people, which is good because I'm a part of the school paper. Mostly editing but I've written some pieces, and since you aren't the smartest kid in the school I've done many an article on you."
Spencer was shell shocked. His first reaction was "nobody told me!" Then he remembered he had no one to tell him. He let his hair cover his face so she couldn't see him smiling. The rest of the ride they talked and it wasn't boring. She didn't act like some girls he'd met. She didn't act ditsy and giggly telling him how smart he was. Though he had met those girls when his uncle had taken him to a bar. Suddenly the ride was over and she was pulling into his drive.
"Ill help you in," she offered. She guarded him as they walked in. The cold air hit him like a brick wall. He finally got into the door and JJ followed behind him.
He watched as a blonde blur buzzed around the room in a hurry. He recognized that his mother was having one of her bad days.
"Mom I'm home," he spoke drearily.
"What spencer go away I'm looking for my glasses!" She screamed. Spencer sighed as he lifted his eyes to the top of head where her glasses lay.
"Mom they're-" he was cut off.
"Shut up Spencer!" She wailed. He turned an saw a furious faced JJ.
"Don't you see your boy is covered in bruises!" She spat. Spencer's mother turned to her.
"Whose this!" She demanded.
"Don't you realize how late your son is home!" JJ growled.
"What are you talking about today isn't even a school day!" His mother explained.
"Yes it is you idiotic woman! Your son was beat and hung naked on the football field and you don't believe me!" She snarled.
"JJ stop" he whispered finally breaking from his shock.
"She's being a-"
"She's sick JJ, she schizophrenic, she can't help it!" He told her in a harsh whisper. Her eyes went wide.
"I'm so sorry, oh my.. I'm just so sorry!" She whimpered. Spencer awkwardly patted her shoulder. "It's fine," he murmured. "But maybe you should leave I don't know how she'll react to you being here " he said sadly.
"Okay, okay, again I'm so sorry, see you later," she told him and squeezed his hand. Spencer smiled as he made his way to the shower to clean his wounds. The whole shower was painful with every move , yet he continued to smile. And that night he revisited the ride back in her car, her smile, and the squeeze shed given his hand. She's said see you later, and hopefully shed meant it. Spencer couldn't wait to see her again. His last thought before falling asleep was of Jennifer Jareau's sapphire colored eyes.
