HEY! We're sorry for the long wait, but things have been a BIT busy, and we both live in VERY different time-zones, which makes it even tricker! :S ANYWAY! Here is the latest chapter, we hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!

Helaina (and TwistedXsinner) OUT!

Entering the class room was easy. It was the choosing of the seat that was hard. Did he want to sit up front where he was more likely to be noticed, or in the back where he could glide by with out much hassle. Well in the middle of the class was a neutral zone, right? So he chose a seat in the direct middle of the class, near the window on the left so he wasn't completely surrounded by students. He was the forth in the room. The first was a middle aged woman who looked like she would rather be eating Brillo pads with razor blades as the condiment, then being stuck here. The other two were students one was a tall guy, who looked like a jock but looked a little less aggressive, and didn't seem at all like an idiotic simpleton. He also had a air about him that screamed masculine and dominance. He was dressed in dark faded jeans, worn green trainers, a tight shirt and leather jacket.
The other was a girl, who looked as if she were born from the better side of the street; she had on the best clothes money could buy. Reid thought just by looking at her she would be hard to get along with in the best of situations; but looks usually were a bad thing to go by, they never gave you the specifics on a person. He forced his curiosity away as he went up to the woman who was to be his first period teacher.
"Ma'am, I'm the new student, Spencer Reid, I'll be needing the book you assigned for this class" Spencer said with a level tone, trying not to sound shaken by this intimidating woman.
"Ya, whatever." Her tone was bored, and straight to the point. "My name is Mrs Fisher, I will be teaching you English and French; English three times a week and French two times a week." She opened a draw and reached into her desk, handing him a copy of 'Elements of Literature' "Oh, also you will need to buy the books on this list, and have them ready for class." She grabbed a sheet of paper from the same draw and gave that to him as well. "Have them by Wednesday; now take your seat."
Reid quickly nodded and scuttled back to his desk with his eyes on the floor, only looking up once before he sat down; and in that short second his eyes locked with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome... oh God, did he really just think that about another guy? High school was already affecting his mind... Then again looking into those eyes. Yikes! That was enough to make anyone's mind go loopy; and dammit! The guy was sat a couple of desks behind and to the right; so he had a pretty good view of him. And Spencer HATED the feeling he got when he knew someone was staring at him, and he was positive this guy was staring!
"Alright class..." Mrs Fisher sighed, standing up and moving to the white board. "Today we'll be going over Hamlet, and I don't care for any of your 'funny-talk'... You know who you are."
Reid heard a chuckle and saw, for the first time, Derek sitting two desk away from him and grinning like a mad man. He was surrounded by cheerleaders but only seemed to pay attention to the girl in front of him. She had sleek blond hair, tied back roughly with an elastic band. She wasn't waring much make-up besides from some mascara and a light blush; not that she needed it! She was dressed in jogging bottoms and a polo shirt, so obviously the sporty type. Derek caught Spencer looking and shot him a wink, nudging the girl's shoulder and whispering something to her. She turned her head, first to listen to her friend, and then to look at who he was talking about. Spencer smiled shyly and she returned the gesture, whispering something back at her friend which made him laugh.
'I feel so awkward, So left out of the loop, am I making a good impression, do the kids know I'm different? Does it show? Will I get the chance to show them I'm okay and not a frea...'
"Spencer... Spencer Reid.." Mrs. Fisher said like she was talking to a child.
"Huh?" Reid said slowly.
"The question I just asked you what is the answer?"
"The one where you asked how the audience could sympathies with Hamlet even though he has faults?"
"Yes Spencer, that one. You have read Hamlet after all yes? I mean if you think its okay to dose of in MY class, then you have to already know the answer to all I have to teach you about Hamlet" Mrs Fisher said in a belittling voice.
"I'll take the answer, you want the long explanation or the short one? I mean Hamlet is fascinating, Shakespeare made the character not only to be liked but to be hated. I mean it is the Imperfection in Hamlet that we despise. Also Hamlet is very deep, I mean take Act 3, Scene 1 Hamlet ponders whether suicide as an option to end the suffering of life in the "To be or not to be" the soliloquy shows us a philosophical out view on suicide , though we never know if he himself feels this pain. It is the connection each and ever person feels if they can truly look past the front Hamlet p-"
"That's quite enough Mr. Reid, you have proven you're point." Mrs. fisher said with defeat laced in her voice. The class sniggered at his dismissal, so Reid did the only thing he could: blush and sit back down. "Ok," She said. "Moving on-"

So the class went on like that for the rest of the hour, her talking and asking the occasional question, which she knew none of them knew the answer to, but she steered clear of Spencer. She didn't like the kid already and it was only his first day! She didn't like being outsmarted in her classroom...

"Ok class!" She said loudly, so they would hear her over the bell and moving chairs. "Don't forget, you have two weeks to read this play; and those of you who don't finish it in time WILL be kept behind at the end of the day to catch up! No excuses!"

Spencer didn't have this problem, his mother read the book to him when he was eight, and he's read it several times by himself. He loved Shakespear! He probably got that from his mother...

"Yo," A deep voice called from behind him. "Pretty Boy!"

Spencer turned to face Derek and blinked a few times, then frowned deeply. "Did you just call me 'Pretty Boy'?"

Derek grinned. "Yup, I did; and it's your offical name now so there's nothing you can do about it. Anyway! I got a text from Penelope, she want to meet for lunch. Wanna go?"

Spencer nodded. "Sure, sounds good to me! Wait- When did you give her your number?"

"I-" He paused. "I didn't... Man, I'm gunna have to talk to that girl!"

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