A/N: I have recently became obsessed with criminal minds so this came about... I know that I have updated my other stories recently and I'm sorry and I'll be updating them soon.
I pushed my tiny body through the crowds, clutching tightly to my bag. I bump into someone, their head whipping around to glare at me. "Watch it!" The angry lady snarled. My eyes were wide as I squeaked out an apology before quickly darting away. In my rush to get away from the crowd, I stopped looking where I was going until I slammed into something, falling to the ground, my books scattered everywhere. My glasses fell off my face and unable to see well, I swept my hand across the ground to find them. Finding them, I quickly put them on before realizing the prescription wasn't quite right. Even with the wrong glasses on, I could see the mess that was made and the kid sitting across from me with my glasses on, he was about my age with longer hair and an intellectual look on his face. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Here, I've seemed to have grabbed your glasses. Are you okay?" I stuttered out. The kid started gaping at me, his eyes wide behind my glasses. "Did you know that the average age to meet your soulmate is 25? The age increases every year though as the times change and marrying age gets older." The kid blurted out and it was my turn to gape at him. "I'm Spencer Reid." He said nervously, avoiding eye contact. A huge smile bloomed on my face, "Eliza Green. Do you want to see my soulmark?" He gives me a timid smile and nods so I pull up my shirt to reveal the words written on my stomach in his messy scrawl. Spencer reaches out to touch before quickly yanking his hand away. He blushes and mutters an apology before pulling up his sleeve to reveal my words on his arm.
"Oh, your glasses!" I yell out. I quickly take his off and pass his over as he does the same. With my glasses back on, I could see his features better. His hair was a chestnut brown, cut longer than most guys, it curled slightly away from his face. His nose was pointy and his eyes were a gleaming brown, boasting of intelligence, hiding behind his horned rimmed glasses. He was wearing a button down under a sweater with a messenger bag strung across his torso. The one thing that didn't fit with his appearance were his shoes. He was wearing Converse. The way he was sitting revealed unmatching socks under his shoes, displaying bold patterns and colors. Overall, he was quite adorable.
Looking around, I realized the mess our collision had made. Books were scattered everywhere and papers were starting to blow away. I noticed one of Spencer's textbooks, "Statistical Physics, Waves, and Quantum Mechanics." I notice other papers covered with equations scattered around. "Are you a mathematics major? I'm personally in Anthropology." I ask him. My question seems to make him realize the mess and he started gathering his stuff as he answered my question "Yes, I'm in my second year and it's quite interesting." I help him gather up the papers and quickly shove my fallen stuff into my bag. "I personally find people more interesting than equations but I do understand your interest in it." I tell him. I glance at my watch, exhaling in surprise at the time. "Oh, my class is about to start. I need to run. I, um, I live in Marks House, if you want to talk later?" Spencer pushed his glasses up on his nose, "Um, yeah, that would be nice." I nod. "Good, see you later." I turned to leave but then quickly spun around and kissed Spencer on the cheek. The look of surprise on his face was comical, as I turned to leave for real. As I walked away I gave him a little wave, he stood there with a look of awe.