*Author Note: Hi readers I am back took another trip and back with more words. Please comment your thoughts! ~Potter-Weasley-Granger1*

Will

I stayed up later last night than I had planned and now I am late for school. I didn't hear my first alarm, and I awoke to my warning alarm that I had five minutes before I needed to leave. I'm not super late, but the parking lot is full and there is no sign of anyone certainly not J.J. or any of my new friends, if I can even call them that yet.

The halls clear quickly as the warning bell rings, not a soul stands still and it's quiet. I quickly get from the front the Lit hall using quick long strides, but still without running. I will not be that kid that looks like an idiot sprinting through the halls. Sitting in class I try to remember the names from the day before, if I am ever to make friends, I have to be able to remember names. Really I am just waiting for lunch, maybe I can sit with them today, maybe today I can sit with J.J.. I follow along the best I can in class, I also find myself thinking more about football tryouts. I wouldn't say that I am nervous, I honestly don't know what it is. Maybe it's because Derek suggested I come tryout, like maybe I feel like I might let him down in some way. I've never had someone ask me to come tryout before.

As much as I try to pay attention to whatever literary reference the teacher is rambling on about I simply can't there are too many things in my head already and no room for anything more. Thankfully in all of my getting caught in my own head the class has flown by and the bell to go to second period has rung. One more class and we will have lunch. My second period class I work a little harder to focus. I have to start a trend to stay on the team. That's something I'm not great at, studyin' and all. I'm not bad at school, but I don't put a lot of stock in it.

I walk alone towards lunch as it is finally the hour I have been waiting for, willing for the five of them to make an appearance. At this point I'd take just one showing up, I shake it off and enter the food line alone exiting towards the senior patio. I let out a sigh of relief as I see her blond hair and Hotch along with Derek already seated at a table. I'm not sure if I should go join them or if I should wait for them to invite me. I contemplate the decision as I walk awkwardly slow and from behind, I hear, "Hey Will, come sit with us!"

I turn to see Emily and Penelope walking towards me, I wait until they pass me, and I follow them to the stone table now instead of just five we are six. I set down my tray before taking a seat next to Hotch.

Derek looks up from his meatloaf surprise and says, "Hey Will. Are you excited about tryouts today?"

I shrug, "Yea, I guess. I suppose that I am a little nervous."

Derek chuckles, "Trust me, you have nothing to worry about."

Then like the voice of an angel, the voice that I have been awaiting all day speaks and says, "How are your classes, Will?"

I look to her and I try to play it cool, "They are alright. You know second day and all. I am just glad that I didn't have to sit alone at lunch today." I then kind of chuckle to myself like it's a joke and they chuckle too, but we all know that I am serious.

"Well, you are always welcome to sit with us," J.J. responds with a kind smile.

I watch quietly as they interact with one another noting that Haley must have a different lunch period. I also witness the flirtatious banter between Derek and Emily. I see Penelope whisper to J.J. then point at a table where a couple of people are sitting. I didn't just sit silently but I find that you can learn a lot about people by simply observing them.

"So, Will," begins Emily, "Where are you from?"

"Oh, um, well we just moved from New York, my daddy and I move around a lot. He works for the Metro Police now," I reply.

"No, I mean originally. Like where is your southern accent from," she clarifies.

"Oh, yea, New Orleans originally. I was raised there, we moved after my momma passed," I reply.

"I'm so sorry," Emily responds.

"It's alright," I reply waving my hand, "My daddy moves us around a lot."

"That can be cool," Derek interjects, "Where all have you lived?"

"Uh, well after New Orleans we lived in Atlanta, Albuquerque, Chicago, New York and now D.C.," I say ticking off my fingers.

"I get what that's like," replies Emily.

"Your momma's Ambassador Prentiss, right," I reply not trying to sound creepy.

"Yes, I didn't move with her growing up, but it always seemed to be a new station. It's fun to visit for a while and to be able to come back home at the end of the vacation," she says with a smile.

The bell rings ending lunch and to start the short time we have to get to our next class. After throwing our trash away and returning our trays we, as a group walk down the hall towards the classrooms. Everyone splits off, J.J. down the science hall, Emily towards English, Hotch moves towards fine arts. I'm not sure if he has a class or if he is looking for Haley. Penelope branches off at the technology hall leaving Derek and I to continue on to the social studies hall where our second to last class psychology is located.

J.J.

I find myself counting down the hours until lunch. No guy before has made me act this way, what is my deal? Classes are a blur and after retrieving my tray and sitting at the same table as the day before I am shortly joined by Derek and Hotch but finding myself looking up each time the door opens and closes. Then there he is wearing a button up plaid shirt and dark blue jeans; he is holding his lunch tray. He doesn't see me looking at him, He turns his head trying to decide where he will sit or maybe he is waiting for an invitation. As he looks over at our table, I lower my head to look at my lunchroom spaghetti like it's the best thing I have ever seen. Then Emily's voice invites Will to join us for lunch.

We talk for a short while about random stuff then Derek asks Will about football again until we end up talking about Will, himself. I listen closely as he talks about moving and his mom passing. I'm sure that it is difficult for his dad and for Will. I understand wanting to move, but roots and friends are important too. Lunch is over too soon, and we walk towards our class this time as a group of six, I hope it will always be at least a group of six.

I break from the group first heading down the science hall towards what I now know is Advanced Physics. I really don't even remember taking normal physics. It will be a miracle if I make it out of this class in one piece. Walking in the door, other than the teacher there is one student, Spencer. The young boy that is my senior math class and our forensics class. I go down the row next to Spencer taking the last seat in the row, now starting the clock and counting down the moments until I see my friends again. When I pay attention in this class I could actually see myself potentially thinking it could be fun. I mean, physics is all about motion and soccer is motion and I am pretty good at that. If only it were that easy. We are only two days in and nearly a chapter and a half into the book that could be used to bench press. I already know that I will need to find a tutor if I plan to stay on track academically and if I want to stay on the soccer team. I can't afford to get behind.

The bell rings signaling for the class to finish. I barely have my books collected before Spencer is a blur darting from the room and now down the hall. I wonder where he is going in such a hurry. I pull my backpack over my shoulder and push the question of Spencer to the back of my mind as I know that I am headed to my last class. I remember Mr. Walker saying something about pairing up for a group project that we would work on for the entire semester. It was going to make up half of our grade and would be on a famous, or not so famous serial killer. We must research (credibly), write a report, and if there is something significant about this person, Walker gave an example of location or signature that we needed to add it to the model that we will build. At the end of the semester, we will share our findings, and no groups are allowed to do the project on the same person.

I wonder if this is a choose your own partner situation or a situation where Mr. Walker will choose our partners for us. Either way I'm not really sure who I'd rather be paired with. While Penelope would be a great help for looking up information, we would be distracted too much by talking, the same goes for Emily. Though I love them they are not good project partners. I think that Hotch would be a good partner, he is always quite serious when it comes to school things. Derek would work hard because it's this class in particular, he has talked about taking this class since sophomore year. Then there is Will. I'm not sure what kind of partner he would be for a project or if I could even stay focused long enough for us to be able to finish the project.

I arrive to the classroom quicker than the others since I was already on the science hall, Spencer already inside the room chatting with Mr. Walker. It sounds as if he is trying to convince Mr. Walker to let him do the project on his own without a partner, but it doesn't look like Walker is going for it. Sitting I am joined shortly by Hotch and Penelope followed by Emily. We begin to discuss who should work with who for the project. Deep down I secretly hope that Walker will choose for us, and I won't have to explain to my friends why I don't want to work with them. Emily is adamant that we should be partners, and I nod smiling knowing that it would be a bad idea. The group is then complete as Derek enters the room followed by Will. Honestly, I think that Emily should work with Derek, he would keep her on track and ensure that she actually go the project done.

Thankfully Walker starts class, and we are rendered silent as he begins. We discuss when a person goes from simply being a killer to becoming a serial killer and we talk about signatures and how to determine them. He then announces that we have the last twenty minutes of class to plan and start discussing the project. We have to get the person we will do the project on approved by him before we start researching. It comes down to this. Will he pick for us or make me be a terrible person to my friends?

I am literally holding my breath as he picks up his clipboard with the class roll and says, "I have already taken the liberty of pairing you up, so I will now call out the names and who you will work with. Let's begin, Aaron Hotchner you will work with Spencer Reid. Elle Greenaway you will work with Penelope Garcia. Derek Morgan you will work with Emily Prentiss, Alex Blake you will work with Grant Anderson, Luke Alvez you will work with Kate Callahan." I stop listening until I hear my name and I realize that he has yet to say Will's name.

"Jennifer Jareau you will work with William LaMontangue Jr.. Alright, that seems to be everyone. Go ahead and pair up and get to planning." He sits at his desk and it is like a mad house.

Then whole room erupts with sound, talking, the movement of desks and the unzipping of backpacks. Will simply turns around in his chair his arms resting on the edge of my desk.

"So, I guess we are workin' together," he states some pink dusting his cheeks as he speaks.

I nod, "I guess so. Um, do you have any idea who to research?"

Will chuckles the replies, "Actually I do. Daddy being a cop and all, I remember him talking about some. I can, uh, write up a list and message you?"

"That sounds great," I reply.

"Um," he starts, "Well, I, um, don't have your number."

I giggle, "Of course. Give me your phone."

He pulls out his flip phone and hands it to me. I open it clicking on the contacts icon and adding my number and considering what I should put as the contact name. I could simply put Jennifer or J.J. I decide on J.J. and a ;) for a winky face at the end. "Here you go," I say handing him the phone.

"Thank you. I'll message you once I get home from tryouts," he replies.

"Sounds great," I answer suddenly nervous that I gave this boy my number, but somehow excited at the same time.

The bell rings ending our twenty minutes and instead of us all heading to the parking lot we direct ourselves towards the locker rooms at the other end of the school located by the gym. Penelope says goodbye letting us know that she was getting a ride with Haley and her friend Kate who is in our forensics class. Emily and I head to the girls locker room and Hotch, Derek, and Will peel off towards the boys. Other members of the soccer team are already inside changing as well as the softball team. I make quick work of changing from my dark jeans and blouse to my Nike shorts and tank, removing my sandals and replacing them with ankle cut socks and my sneakers. After gathering my stuff, I follow the team out to the field.

The boys are also headed to the field, lugging their pads and helmets. I can only imagine having to wear hot, heavy pads and a helmet while running around. I mean, I get it they are literally crashing into one another, but in this August heat it's too much. We gather together the ten girls from last year to begin conditioning. We will have tryouts in January and another spout of conditioning after to prepare for the season. All of us right now are veterans and already have a spot on the team which usually means that we will assist in the tryout process this year.

*Author Note: Hey Readers. Let me know what you thought! Thanks for reading! ~Potter-Weasley-Granger1*