He let the satchel fall and plopped himself to the ground leaning on the marble back of some nameless gravestone. Two rows of rugged blackthorn bushes (or Prunus spinosa as he automatically specified) and a solid mossy wall of a gothic church formed a perfect hiding place; crimson cuts on his white uniform shirt and aching elbows proved it to be almost inaccessible.
Ergo: he finds himself in the middle of the class ranting cheerfully about the Renaissance (again) and then a sudden voice cutting him off (again) while the rush of humiliation makes him blush from the tiptoes to the earlobes. He traces the sound and voila, target locked: Derek Morgan, providing an illustration of an ideal bully.
And Spencer Reid, a spherical nerdy klutzy wunderkind in a vacuum. Totally out of place and terminally out of mind for thinking he can fit in here or anywhere.
Quod erat demonstrandum.
When Father Gideon offered him to come and stay with him for a semester in Asmos Catholic College he grabbed this chance hoping for a change from his hectic Vegas life. He needed a shelter where he could spend some quality time sharping his mind and shutting himself off from unbearable family issues.
It seemed like a hell of a mistake right now.