Hey :) So it's brilliant that you guys picked this story to read, I'm very excited and it's been something I've been writing for quite some time. I was planning on finishing my other fanfic first, but I've forgotten the e-mail address to the account :( So I made a new one and started a new story while I try to figure it out. If you happened to be reading my other fic, it was a SpencerxDerek fic, called Our Own Secrets and the account was HuntingTheStars. I really loved writing it, but the website logged me out and now I can't remember the email :/ Anyway, back to this story.
I am Emily crazy. I miss her so much it isn't healthy, and I actually started writing this out before she left (for good) but never had the courage to post it because I thought that maybe the whole idea of a teacher/student relationship was too cliche or weird and people wouldn't like it :/ It takes a few chapters to set itself up, but I am really liking the way this fic could go, so any advice would be absolutely wonderful :D
Last little bit of writing, if you managed to get this far through my nonsense I applaud you ;) English isn't my first language, and a do struggle with the correct formatting of phrases and whatnot. So if you read something which is just awful to look at, please let me know! You don't even have to leave it as a review, you can PM me with where the mistake is/how I can phrase my wording better. I'd really appreciate any sort of feedback, with that and also with the story in general :)
Enough from me, read on, and I hope you enjoy it :) xx PH
Emily squeezed her eyes shut as she tied to ignore the blasting ringing of her alarm on her bedside table and shut out the early morning light which filtered through her open window. There was a soft breeze blowing into her room and she relished in the few moment of serenity before she began the first day of the new school year.
This year, the year she has been waiting for, for what felt like decades. What she had been working endlessly towards, every drip of sweat and effort she has put into her life in the past has come boiling down to the next 200 days.
Sitting up, she reached over to disable the ringing on her phone and checked the time. Having at least another hour before she needed to leave, she dragged her feet to her bathroom attached to her room, glancing at her slightly dishevelled reflection and sighing.
'Well Em, this is it.' She said to herself. She stared into her own eyes for a few more minutes before applying the toothpaste to the brush and she began her morning routine.
"Emily!" The excited shout of her name caused the brunette to spin around before smiling widely at her best friend.
"JJ, it feels like forever." Emily said when the petite blonde was closer so she didn't have to yell across the grounds. 'Wow, did you want to get any more tanned?' Emily joked, with slight envy in her tone as she eyed her friend's newly darkened skin. JJ shrugged dismissively.
"I guess that happens when you spend the summer in Hawaii. I swear, Em, I'm pretty sure I spent most of my time at the beaches." JJ's eyes glazed over as she reminisced. "It's just like the postcards; the water is crystal clear, the beaches are tropical and everything is just…magical." She added dreamily. Emily eyed her friend suspiciously.
"Okay, who is he?" She finally demanded. JJ had just enough time to fake an innocent expression before Emily felt the wind get knocked out of her.
"Prentiss!" The familiar voice boomed. Emily staggered a few steps before regaining her balance as she was bombarded by the familiar bear hug.
"Morgan! Urgh, get off me!" Emily gasped. Morgan pulled back and looked at Emily, happiness lighting up his eyes in a way that always made Emily smile.
"What, didn't you miss me while I was gone?" He asked raising an eyebrow, his trademark smile playing at his lips. He knew how this 'look' affected the other girls in their year, but JJ and Emily seemed to be immune to it by now, and merely rolled their eyes.
"I actually missed the both of you. Whilst you were off travelling around Africa, and JJ was exploring the magical waters of Hawaii with a mystery hot guy, I was stuck at home, being dragged to endless political parties and 'social events.'" Emily waved her fingers in quotation marks around the two words. "I'll tell you something; these people definitely do not know the meaning of 'social'." Emily groaned whilst Morgan and JJ stifled their laughs. "They made me play badminton." She finally whined after a long pause. Not being able to hold themselves together, JJ and Morgan simultaneously burst into laughter at their friend's misfortune. Emily tried to eye them down, but ended up joining the laughter.
Their reunion was cut short however by the bell ringing across the school. A few moments later, the teachers began to herd the seemingly unwilling, but secretly enthused students to the first assembly of the year at North Blackriver High.
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Barely at school for fifteen minutes and Emily was already feeling her eyelids grow heavy at the dreary voice of their principle, Madam Strauss. Emily looked over to her right and made eye contact with Morgan, before they both rolled their eyes as the principle made the same start of the year speech as she has made every other year that they have been here. Morgan began to mouth the words to the conclusion to Madam Strauss' speech, them both hearing it that many times.
"And I'd like to wish you all the best in the upcoming year for your learning and education. May you all embrace the opportunities your teachers have to offer and I hope you'll all take advantage of your education, as it will lead you down a pathway of fulfilment for your futures."
Emily bit her knuckles as she tried to hold her laughter in as Morgan mouthed every word exactly in time with Strauss, adding his own variation of facial expressions as well.
Strauss sat down in her seat on the stage, in line with all the other head teachers and the deputy as they waited for the next speaker to stand up. There were a few minutes of silence before a rather loud 'Oh!' was heard through the assembly hall as the deputy, Mr Rossi, stood up when he realised it was his turn to speak. A few of the students, mainly the younger ones, giggled whilst the older kids simply smirked, not really surprised their deputy somehow ruined the formality of Strauss' speech.
Emily looked around as Rossi began his not so formal start of year speech, looking at the teachers which stood at various positions in the hall and internally matchmaking them together. Getting lost in her own little world, Emily jumped a little when Morgan jabbed her in the ribs.
"What?" Emily hissed under her breath. Morgan shrugged and smirked, causing Emily to roll her eyes. Such typical behaviour of him. Emily looked to Morgan's right, trying to make eye-contact with JJ, but judging by her facial expression, she seemed to be trying to convey her love through text messages. Emily internally groaned before shifting her weight to rest against Morgan's sturdy side. She always found comfort in her best friend.
Hours seemed to have passed, and the trio were finally at recess, comparing their timetables, figuring out what lessons they had first, and which classes they had together. English was a shared class between them, and Emily also had Media Studies with JJ, and Law with Morgan. Her Extension Two Maths class and Modern History class however, she took alone. Not that she minded, really. Her mother had drilled repeatedly into her head over the summer that this was the year she needed to get serious, and to stop being distracted by 'outside influences'. Emily skin flushed with anger at that, however she held her tongue, knowing that arguing with her mother never got her anywhere.
Lucky for Emily, once the morning break was over, she had maths first. She groaned to herself, wondering why she had to do four units of the class simply to please her mother. Idly, Emily thought to herself that no matter what subjects she chose, she still wouldn't be able to please her mother. But why make things harder for herself, she guessed.
Making it into class just on time, Emily took a spot at the back, pulled her books out and prepared herself for a struggling year ahead of her. Emily, along with most of the class let out a distressed groan when their teacher, Mr Mauleen, started to hand out one double sided sheet of paper and announced they were doing a placement quiz so he could see where everybody was knowledge wise.
Five minutes into the quiz, the sound of the door handle being fumbled at broke the silence which had captured the senior students ever since they touched their pen to the paper. Four or five curious heads looked up as Mr Mauleen slowly made his way to open the door to the fumbling stranger outside.
"Hi, um, this is the Extension Two Mathematics course, right? Or am I in the wrong room again?" Emily's eyes shot up when she heard the voice, he sounded like a child. And when she glanced at the intruder's face, he looked like one also. No more than sixteen. Surely, he must be in the wrong class.
"Ah, Spencer Reid, they told me you'd be coming today. We've just started the lesson with a quick quiz so I can see where everybody is at in the course. Here is a copy, and you can take the spare seat next to Emily up at the back." The young boy nodded and he cast a quick glance at the sheet and smiled knowingly before making his way to sit beside the only empty chair next to Emily.
Whether or not this 'Spencer' kid knew every eye in the room was trained upon him, she wasn't sure. If he did know, he simply ignored the stares and sat down beside Emily and began scribbling the answers of the quiz faster than Emily could believe. He was done in less time it took Emily to complete three quarters of the quiz.
The lesson continued rather uneventfully, and with Spencer answering any and every question which was directed to the class, he quickly earned the respect of not only Mr Mauleen, but some of the students as well.
The bell signalled for the end of class, and most of the students were out of the classroom already. Emily was in no rush, she had a free period next. In fact, she was rather intrigued by this mystery child who knew more about mathematical practices than any of them in the class.
"So how old are you, sixteen?" Emily finally asked, unable to fight the curiosity any longer. Spencer seemed genuinely surprised that Emily was even talking to him, and she felt a small prang of empathy for this boy who probably never fitted in with his own age group.
"Fifteen actually. I turn sixteen in two months and eight days." Spencer stated matter of factly, looking back down to his bag as he zipped it up.
"Fifteen." Emily let out a low whistle. "That's impressive." Spencer simply shrugged and slung his bag over his shoulder. "I'm Emily, by the way." She stuck out a hand for him to shake and gave him a wide, friendly smile. Spencer looked at her hand with mild confusion, before returning the handshake and meeting her eyes.
"Reid. Spencer Reid." He introduced himself. Emily stifled a chuckle at the formal greeting.
"It's a pleasure Mr Bond." She laughed lightly. Spencer tilted his head in confusion and stared at Emily as if she was insane.
"Excuse me?" He questioned.
"Bond?" Emily said a little unbelievably. "James Bond? Famous movie spy? You know, 'The name's Bond, James Bond'?" She continued, but seeing no flicker of recognition in the young boy's face, she simply smiled and let it go, shaking her head. "Never mind. So, what do you have next lesson?" She asked, striking up another conversation.
"Nothing, I have a free period, then English afterwards. Following that there is lunch which goes for forty-two minutes, which is followed by a double lesson of Chemistry and then I leave at 3:20pm." Spencer recited automatically. Emily pressed her lips together to avoid laughing.
"That's…very cool." Emily nodded her head. "I have a free now too, want to get some coffee?" She offered, picking up her bag.
"Coffee? I don't drink coffee." Spencer answered back, to which Emily just laughed.
"Oh trust me; you will be an addict by the time this year is over." Emily promised, to which Spencer gave her a slightly frightened expression.
