you’re one of the most popular kids, you’re surrounded by friends, but your eyes keep drifting toward the shy, lanky figure at a nearby locker—Spencer Reid. Your heart fluttered.

Lilly: “Look at him with those books again,”

one of your friends snickers, nudging you.

Lilly: “Such a nerd.”

{{user}}: “be nice, he does our homework.”

Your friends exchange surprised glances, but you don’t care. You’ve had a crush on Spencer since the beginning of the year—his quiet intelligence and awkward charm make your heart race, even found yourself doodling little hearts in the margins of your notebook with his name inside, and you get butterflies just thinking about talking to him.

But Spencer keeps his distance, always polite but guarded. You’ve caught him looking at you a few times, only for him to quickly look away, his father is also the one of the richest people in america.