A/N: Thank you again for continuing to read this story, I promise the team will be introduced in the next chapter (at least some of them). I'm really excited about this fic because I love high school au's and Criminal Minds.

Also, I just finished chapter 14 and I can't wait until y'all get to read it. (I'm getting more confortable with writing, I think y'all will be able to see that within the next few chapters).

I'm considering posting chapter 5 tomorrow as well, depending on the reviews.

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Chapter Four: Sundays Aren't Always Relaxing

Spence sat on the kitchen barstool once again, drinking his coffee and wondering when his father would wake up.

He didn't have to wonder for long, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

As his father stepped through the entranceway, his eyebrows shot up. He'd forgotten Spencer was here. Clearing his throat, he greeted his son. "Good morning, how did you sleep?"

"Fine...you're off today?" Spencer replied quickly.

William nodded and walked to the cabinets, pulling out a box of cereal. "Did Mrs. Gualardi tell you about school?"

"Do you mean Stella?" He said curiously, he hadn't been informed on her last name.

"Yes." His father replied blandly, his attention towards the conversation slowly dwindling.

Spencer nodded, and the silence once again engulfed them.

They sat there for nearly half an hour, Mr. Reid reading the paper while Spencer fidgeted with his hands.

"A.. Uh, a surprisingly large amount of Americans reported that they get their news from digital devices rather than newspapers, but the number one source of news is from local news stations. Personally, I prefer having the paper in my hands."

William looked over his paper, a confused look on his face. "That's.. Interesting." It came out as more of question than he'd intended, "Are you saying you want the paper?"

"Oh, um.. No." Spencer quieted down again, he'd been trying to make conversation.. He just wasn't very good at it.

"We should go to the store and pick you up a phone today." William commented, eyes never leaving the sports section.

"Alright." There wasn't much more to say, he wasn't about to tell his father that he, a teenager, had no use for one.

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"I'd suggest getting the hundred-dollar insurance policy, just incase your son breaks his phone or screen." The Apple "genius" as they were called (though Spencer honestly doubted the title) was currently running his spiel at William.

Spencer stood there silently waiting for his dad to just buy the phone so they could activate it.

They had asked him which model he wanted, what color, what- blah blah blah but he just let the two other men decide. The only thing he chose was the case, a nice purple pastel color.

After leaving the store, William brought him into a store to buy clothes for school, even though Spencer politely declined.

Reid ended up actually appreciating his father's insistence on shopping: he needed to buy more long-sleeved shirts if he wanted to hide his scars.

William let him wander around while he did his own shopping, telling Spencer that he didn't have a price limit, and to just get whatever he needed.

His dad ended up grabbing more clothes for Spencer than Spencer had picked out himself, saying that he wanted to make sure he had a full wardrobe.

Some of the shirts were short-sleeved, but Spencer figured he could just wear them at home.

After they checked out, Spencer thanked his father.

"You're welcome, do you want to get something to eat? I usually eat out on Sundays."

"That's okay with me." He replied, following his dad to the food court.

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Spencer watched the people passing by from the table where he sat alone, waiting for his dad who had gone to pick up their food.

They had gone to the mall later than expected because Mr. Reid had an unexpected business call that lasted 2 hours, along with 3 more hours of work.

He checked the time on his new phone, 8:33 PM, the mall would be closing soon.

He didn't worry about writing the letter to his mom, he had done so while he waited for his father earlier that day.

Stella was supposed to send both that letter and the one from the day before to Bennington Sanitarium on monday.

Monday, He thought, he had to start school tomorrow and that terrified him.

He hoped that it wouldn't be as bad as his last school. He'd even rather be ignored than beat up.

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Mr. Reid slid into his seat as he passed Spencer his tray of Indian food.

"Thank you, it smells pretty good!" He grinned at the food, glad to take his mind off the memories of beatings.

"No problem." With the hint of a smile, William began eating his own food.

Twenty minutes had passed, neither talking- just enjoying their food.

Finally, Mr. Reid spoke, bringing up a conversation from earlier, "Are you sure you don't want to get your license and a car?"

Reid shook his head, "I've never driven before. I'm better off walking to school, I memorized the directions."

"Okay..but you do need to get your license eventually."

"Yes sir." He said before putting more food in his mouth.

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They'd long since left the mall, but were still a good fifteen minutes away from the house.

William looked towards Spencer, obviously uncomfortable.

"How are you doing? You know, with everything?" His dad changed lanes, "Your doctor in Las Vegas said that you should get a therapist. Do you want to do that?"

Spencer subconsciously held his left wrist, they hadn't really talked about the attempt since the day it happened.

"I'm fine." He didn't want to talk about it, he honestly wasn't sure if he was okay. He wasn't planning on trying again, but he wasn't exactly happy. "I don't know if I want to speak to a therapist or not."

William nodded slowly, "I think it would help. I'm not really..good at that sort of stuff."

Spencer looked out the window, "Maybe."

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Once they'd arrived back at the house, Spencer thanked his father again for the new clothes and phone.

William told him it was no problem and that he should get to bed. "Have you good day at school tomorrow."

"I'll try.. Goodnight." Reid walked up the stairs to his bedroom, bags filling up each arm.

After organizing his closet with the new garments, he eyed his bed.

Opting to take a shower in the morning, he climbed under the covers and fell asleep.