Sorry it took so long to upload another chapter, this ones a little longer than the others though, so yay! Anyway, here it is. I'm probably going to start the other story later tonight and hopefully have a couple of chapters up. Anyway, please read and review, the more you review the faster I write and post. :)
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The next morning Spencer was rudely awoken by JJ, a still seemingly very upset JJ. She gripped his shoulder and shook him roughly, "Spence! Wake up! It's time for school."
Spencer fluttered his eyes sleepily and tried focusing them on JJ, but failed to with all the sleep in his dark brown orbs. JJ walked out of the room and into the kitchen, continuing to fix breakfast. JJ and Will had enrolled him in school, since all the neighbors were beginning to ask questions.
Spencer let out a deep breath through his nose and remembered the embarrassment and shame from last night. Yeah, he felt guilty for cussing in church, stealing a worthless pack of bubble gum, and peeping on a girl, but he was still mad that they used that punishment for him. He didn't know why being smacked on the backside with a leather strap was so terrible to him now, he was strapped many times when he was younger the first time. Maybe it hurt him much more now because he knew it was coming from a friend.
The boy showered and got dressed before walking into the kitchen quietly, feeling everyone's stare on him. He sat silently in his chair across from Henry and Will and fiddled his thumbs together as he waited for JJ to place breakfast on the table.
"Hey Spencer?" Will suddenly piped up and Spencer looked up at him slightly, looking very sad, though Will continued, "I'm really sorry about last night."
Spencer shrugged and looked back down at his hands, continuing to twiddle his thumbs absentmindedly. He heard Will sigh and reach into his pocket for something. The next thing he knew, Will slapped a pack of Stride bubblegum in front of the boy, smirking a little.
"That was very expensive," Will said.
"Really?" Spencer asked, not really believing him.
"No." Will said simply.
Spencer finally cracked a smile and grabbed the bubblegum and looked down at the label. This was the best bubblegum in the history of bubblegum.
"Share it with your friends," Will smiled, "I'm REALLY sorry about last night." He finished.
Spencer chuckled and wrapped his thin arms around Will's neck, resting his chin on the man's shoulder, "Thank you."
"No problem, buddy," Will smiled, rubbing the boy's back soothingly. They pulled away when JJ walked into the room with breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and toast.
Everyone ate in silence, JJ would occasionally tickle Henry's feet or smile at the small boy. After breakfast, Spencer went down to Pete's house and they walked to the bus stop together.
"So what happened last night? Did you get in trouble?" Peter asked as he stood next to Spencer at the bus stop, his back-pack slung over one shoulder as he wiped his nose with his sleeve.
"Yeah, I got the strap," Spencer said, picking at his fingernails.
"Ooh, the infamous strap. Now why would an innocent boy like yourself, Mr. Spencer LaMontagne, get a strapping?" Peter asked in a mock voice, pretending to be holding a microphone.
"Because my Mom thinks I'm a bad boy," Spencer played along.
"And are you?" Peter questioned back.
"No comment," Spencer replied before the two boys burst out laughing.
"Hey, what are you two sissies doing?" Kurt and his gang suddenly waltzed up, hands in their pockets.
"Ugh, what do you want, Dirt," Peter snapped, rolling his eyes and not making eye contact.
"Ooh, how very clever Pete," Kurt snapped as he gripped the collar of Pete's coat, lifting him off the ground with ease.
"Hey! Let me go!" Pete cried, struggling against Kurt's tight grip.
"Let him go, Kurt," Spencer huffed, getting bored with Kurt's little games.
"And what are you going to do about it, Shrimp?" Kurt snapped, releasing Pete who scrambled back over to Spencer's side.
"Nothing, just wanted you to let him go," Spencer said, turning back towards the bus that had just pulled up and climbing on before Pete and Kurt's gang.
The bus ride was uneventful as was the entrance to Spencer's first day of middle school. The worst thing was he was a sixth grader, it was the first year at middle school, he would probably get picked on, most first year kids did. Though, he walked into his first class with no misfortune. He and Pete were separated and were going to different teachers, so Spencer decided to sit between a girl around his height who was giving him the flirty eye, and another boy who just smiled at him.
Class began like every school day did, but Spencer had to stand and introduce himself. It wasn't as awkward as he thought it would be, so he just sat back down and listened to class. He stopped paying attention after a few minutes though since he already knew everything this guy was teaching the class. He started drawing little doodles of the teacher and some of the kids in the class, until the teacher caught him.
"Mind tell us what you're learning, Mr. LaMontagne?" The teacher asked, raising a blond eyebrow and putting his hands behind his back.
"Um..." Spencer shook his head and stuttered over his words as the whole class laughed at him.
"Let me see what you've got there," The teacher ordered, grabbing the paper from the boy.
He examined the paper quickly, trying to figure out who these were of. He was slightly impressed with the boys talent, but brushed it off and got back to business.
"Who's this?" He asked, pointing to the picture of the man playing the guitar.
"That's me," Spencer replied, resting his hands on his desk in front of him.
"And these people?" The teacher asked, pointing to the picture of eight different people.
"My family," He replied. It was Morgan, Hotch, Rossi, JJ, Garcia, Prentiss, Will, and Henry in the picture.
"And this one? Two people kissing?" The teacher asked firmly, seeming upset by this picture in particular.
"That's me and her," Spencer said nonchalantly, jutting his thumb over to the girl who had given him a flirty look when he walked in. She smiled a small smile and blushed as the teacher grew infuriated.
"To the principal's office! Now!" He shouted.
"I was only drawing, sir," Spencer shrugged his frail shoulders as he stood and walked towards the door, "Is it illegal or something?"
"Out!" Spencer nodded and scurried out of the room and down the hall. When he reached the principal's office, he had to wait outside for a moment, as the principal was dealing with another student at the moment.
When he was done, Spencer was called in and asked to take a seat.
"Mr. Collins tells me you were drawing inappropriate drawings in class, is this right?" He questioned the boy.
"No sir, it was not inappropriate at all, sir, I was only doodling," Spencer said, slumping in his chair.
"And why weren't you paying attention the class?" He asked.
"Because I already knew everything he was talking about," Spencer said shyly, not wanting to brag about his genius IQ.
"Really?" The principal asked, not believing the boy.
"Yes sir, I have an IQ of 187," Spencer said calmly.
"Really now?" The principal raised an eyebrow and checked his files. It was true, "Wow, you're a genius!"
"Yes sir," Spencer said politely.
"Not only in academics, but also in art!" He said excitedly.
"Huh?" Spencer was confused now.
"I can see you're holding your book there, you drew something on the front of it. Mind if I see the picture's you drew today?" He asked.
"Um yeah, sure," Spencer opened to the page where he drew the three pictures and showed them to the man.
"I presume this is the one that was inappropriate?" He asked, pointing to the people kissing.
"Yes sir, but I don't know how. It's only a kiss," Spencer whined, sitting up a little in his chair.
"That's his daughter, the girl you drew," The principal replied in explanation.
"Oh..." Spencer now knew why he was sent here.
"He want's me to cane you," The principal said. Spencer took a large gulp in nervousness, "But I'm not going to."
"Thank you, sir," Spencer sighed in relief as he stood to leave, "Can I go now?"
"Yes, but one last thing?" The principal stopped him as he gave the boy back his book.
"Yes sir?" Spencer raised an eyebrow, shoving the book into his back-pack.
"Do you mind if I recommend you for advanced art classes?"