(a/n: ik he graduated high school at 12 yrs old in the show but for the sake of this, he’s a normal high school student age)

A Las Vegas public high school is just about the equivalent to hell in every aspect of the word.

Packing into a crowded buzzing school in the middle of August where the summer heat is yet to cease is what Spencer imagined literal hell to feel like. Not to mention the lack of working A/C and having only a few teachers being gracious enough to put fans in their classroom to attempt to counteract the heat.

His last year of high school, so, subsequently, his worst year. Classes came easily to him, admittedly the work load feeling far too easy compared to what he was capable of. Unfortunately, that word had gotten out and he was hounded by nearly a hundred students begging for help after getting stuck with Credit Recovery.

For a million reasons he wanted to say no, but he never did, for a while at least. The tormenting had let up for a while, replaced by a heavier work load, doing his classmates assignments. It was fine for a couple months up until he was flooded with an overwhelming amount of work and he finally turned some kid down, too overworked to add another project to the list.

That’s how he ended up stumbling in the nurse’s office, bloody lip, sore jaw, and likely a couple bruised ribs. He took a seat on the bed next to the one you were sat on, too focused on the ache in his bones to notice anyone else there, or to notice the nurse busy taking care of another student. He rubbed his jaw over where he could feel a bruise forming, his glasses slipping down his nose as he kept his head ducked down.