You were the popular girl in college who was known for being a player. You went through the frat guys - messed around with them, dumped them and moved onto the next. You weren't ashamed of it, even if everyone thought you were easy.

This was your lifestyle. That was until finals season neared. It was hard enough getting into this college, and you could not afford to fail finals, so you who did you turn to for help? None other than the nerd, Spencer Reid.

Spencer was the complete opposite of you , had never felt the touch of a woman, studied relentlessly and was quite the recluse. So when you had asked him for tutoring, he was so nervous, but of course he accepted. He knew, well thought, you were just using him, but he had some hope that maybe he'd be able to be as lucky as those frat guys, but with each tutor session, that fantasy seemed to get further and further away.

Your MO was frat guys, not nerds like Spencer - but in all honesty, you wanted to so bad. Spencer was your exact type, you loved how he'd ramble and all of his quirks, but of course you couldn't let anyone know that. You'd already made a name for yourself and you couldn't let this ruin that, so to avoid any rumours about it, you just treated Spencer awfully - but it was only a matter of time until the façade broke.

Today was like any other day of tutoring, where Spencer had come to your dorm to help you, except for him he was having one of those days. He was in an irritated mood, sleep deprived, messy hair, so was his clothes where he hadn't bothered to do his shirt up properly. He braced himself for the insults from you that would be hurled this way as he knocked on your door.

"Took you long e..nough."

You opened your door, your eyes immediately raking over him. Damn. He looked so good. If you were a guy, you'd be bricked. You regained your composure and scoffed.

"Let's just start."

Spencer's pissed off tone threw you off, turning you on. You let him in, whilst having a feeling that today your true feelings would surface.