AN: Hey! So I've realized how slow I'm going, and I promise I will try to speed up. Enjoy!
Chapter 12
Wednesday came along, baring three consecutive dance classes. Lyrical at six, contemporary at seven, and finishing the night off with jazz at eight. It was enjoyable don't get me wrong, but three straight hours of dance is enough to beat anyone to pulp. Most of the girls who were in my pointe class were also in my other classes, including Ana. We chatted during water breaks, mostly about split toe nails and callus's. Glamorous, right?
All three classes came to an end, and I walked out of the studio with sore muscles and coffee plans with Ana. It sounds cheesy, but given our mutual love for caffeinated beverages and surprisingly close proximity to multiple café's, it sounded appropriate.
After we arrived home from the studio, Spencer and I settled down in front of the television with Chinese food and season three of Doctor Who. Spencer struggled with chop sticks for a little while until he finally gave up and grabbed a fork from the kitchen. I didn't understand how a genus like him could be so challenged by two tiny pieces of processed wood.
"Hey Spenc, my friend Ana invited out for coffee on friday. Can I go?"
Spencer's head shot up. He seemed rather surprised. I must admit, I was a little offended. Was it that shocking that I had plans?
"Oh uh- first off, who's Ana? How old is she? I'd like to meet her parents before I send you out with a stranger-"
"Spence- chill out. I met her at dance, and she's my age. She's half Italian, half Spanish and is fluent in Spanish as well. Her favorite color is blue and shares the same love for coffee as I do. Now would you like to know her blood type too?" I gave a short laugh. If this was his reaction to a coffee date with a new friend, who knows what he'll do if my social life actually picks up. "And you're not meeting her parents. That's just weird."
Spencer pondered the question for a moment or two, and finally spoke up. "Okay, you can go. But I don't like the fact that you're going out when I'm at work, so I expect you to call me on your walk to and from the café . If anything goes wrong and for some reason you can't get a hold of me, I want you to call either Hotch or Derek." Spencer explained at warp speed. I appreciated his concern, but It was just coffee.
"Spencer, it's coffee, I'm not backpacking through the Amazon." I smirked, but Spencer's face remained frozen. "Fine. I'll call you on my walk and if anything goes wrong" I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my lo mien.
"Thanks Spenc" I nodded and received one in return. "Oh, I've been thinking about school lately. If I'm not mistaken, most schools in the area start in early September, so we don't have much time. I've been doing some research of my own, but I would like your input first" It was a random thought that had been bouncing around in my head for a few days, but hey better late than never. "Multiple studies have shown the success rate of children who attend private school is significantly higher than those enrolled in public school, and I would prefer to place you in the most beneficial environment education wise so private school seems like the best decision, if you're alright with that." Spencer said relatively loud, and rather fast if I might add. I had done my fair share of research on private schools in the Quantico area, and if I wasn't mistaken there was only one.
"I've been looking into James Garfield Prep lately. They have an outstanding theatre program and their students often branch off to Ivy League schools."
"I've heard good things about Garfield. I'll call the school in the morning and set up a consultation."
We left the conversation at that. I shoved my leftovers in the fridge and headed to bed with the intention of sleeping for the next three and a half years.