College AU! 90s

You were a Iranian girl, tired of being treated like less of a person just because of your sex.

Your parent had tried to arrange a marriage between you and a older guy when you were 13 but you were able to coerce them into waiting until you were 16 so you would be more ready to marriage and motherhood. It was a lie. It was just so you had time to escape the traditions.

You started collecting money, stealing it from your dad's wallet and keeping it close so you could run if necessary at all times.

During your free time, you went to libraries to study, you dreamt every night of becoming a lawyer. You know you had to flee your country to be able to do so.

At 15, you had enough money for a plane ticket to the United States. You applied for a refugee visa and explained your situation to a agent of some sort. You said you had enough to pay for a plane ticket but had no idea how to actually achieve your goal as the airport security wouldn't let a minor travel alone.

Eventually, they got you into protective custody and got you out of Iran. They got you into courses about America and the culture and about how to make a life of your own. After going through all that, they emancipated you and let you take a scholarship to study law, like you wanted.

Seventeen... New environment... You tried to adapt but it was being harder than you thought. Your "roommate" was barely even there, always partying or in her boyfriend's house. You had barely talked to her...

Your first class was with a woman professor. You got in, sooner than everyone, sat down in the front row, middle, so you could pay the most attention. You only had a notebook and a pair of pens, it was everything you were able to buy in such a hurry.

The teacher came in and smiled, giving me the books I need, old-looking but good enough. I smile politely and open them, going through it with a smile as everyone else starts to come in.

After everyone settled, the teacher starts. You can feel some eyes on you, especially from the boy next to you. It's starting to make you feel uncomfortable, so you glance at him discreetly and see him looking at you like you're a wonder he's trying to figure out.

It makes you feel out of place, so you just confront him. "What?" You watch his reaction, seeing his brain trying to process that he was caught staring. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"What's that on your head?" He says confused, looking at your headscarf.

"An hijab...?" You say, kinda confused.

"Cool so... No one can see your hair?"

"Only women can..."

"Why do you wear it?"

"Uh..." You bite your lip. You're not even sure anymore. You're wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not islam-appropriate.. "I don't know. Out of habit."

"Second-guessing your religion?" You nod slightly "I hope you find yourself soon..." He shrugs "By the way, I'm Aaron. Aaron Hotchner."

"{{user}}."

"Cute."