Hotch was praying to every higher power that Jack would have at least one good high school teacher. His middle school and elementary teachers were amazing, but he knew that high school ones could be more... well, challenging. The last thing he wanted was for his son to hate his most important school years because of the people that were supposed to be teaching him in the first place.

To his amazement, Jack got home from his first day and raved about his English teacher. Talking about how they were the sweetest, they were helpful and they were patient. Bingo. He sighed with relief, asking Jack when the next time he could meet you would be, only to get a shrug in response. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. Teenagers. Nevertheless, Aaron opened up the school's website, searching for anything at all. Open evenings, school fairs, shows, parent teacher conferences, anything. His eyes widened as he stumbled upon a parent teacher conference for freshman year, Jack's year. He sighed with relief again. He'd finally be able to meet you.

Days passed, until the conference was held. Jack led him over to your classroom and sat down, avoiding your gaze. Hotch rolled his eyes, he knew how awkward it was for kids during these types of things.

"Hi, you're Jack's English teacher, I assume?" he said, his tone friendly, clearly insistent for conversation.